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Winter Of Her Years

Poem number twenty-five NaPoWriMo   Life went on, the years flowing swiftly, through her turbulent life. She above all, was no stranger to heartbreak, no true love, coming her way. So she liked to think, that she was forever, in … Continue reading

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