http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nehaps01 The original writings of author Neha Sharma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I spoke to you last night, Of things that make you go quiet, And ravish you with delight, The fears and misgivings that make you want to hide, The mysteries that keep you up all night, The raging fire of untapped emotions that you wish to ignite. I listen to you, as you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nehaps01/2764389/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nehaps01/2763551/ And there! 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