Caitlyn Becca
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Language of loveA Poem by Caitlyn BeccaIt says I'm dieing, I'm falling, Withering away, goodbye my love |
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Once upon a time.A Poem by Caitlyn Becca |
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All your fears have hushedA Poem by Caitlyn Becca |
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Sunday morning prayer, Saturday night's ginA Chapter by Caitlyn BeccaWe have to believe what we cannot see. |
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