I hope you are not sick of Sara. I love her poetry. This is my last Photo-shopped poem background combo I think. Unless I feel inspired to create more. I will try to shake it up a bit for you after this one. I promise!
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(Arid means dry; without rain) ONCE more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling unde...
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"I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your bi... -
You are the secret my heart holds silently, quietly, gleefully. When life erupts around me or tu...
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