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The skies are gray once moreA Poem by willweb |
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Softly spokenA Poem by willweb |
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An evening outA Poem by willweb |
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New city streetA Poem by willweb |
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When it's your hand~A Poem by willweb |
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Barefoot wishesA Poem by willweb |
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of beauty foundA Poem by willweb |
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Longing to hearA Poem by willweb |
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The sunset speaksA Poem by willweb |
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No one else existsA Poem by willweb |
