Everything hurt - her heart, her head, her soul.
Poetry I’d Written
I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.
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Everything hurt - her heart, her head, her soul.
I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.