She was tired of searching.
Determined to create that for which she hoped,
She contrived a plan.
For love she risked all.
But as force-ripen fruit pales to the authentic,
Each love proved a farce.
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October 24, 2016 at 5:20 am
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October 24, 2016 at 6:39 am
Thank you Sarah. 😊
October 24, 2016 at 6:47 am
Of course. 😊
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