From the AuthorA Poem by A Bohemian WomanShort poem
I know nothing of talent,
that much I know. Though I learned of heartbreak, of pity, of pain and regret - a tortured soul. © 2020 A Bohemian WomanReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 6, 2020 Last Updated on April 6, 2020 AuthorA Bohemian WomanBohemia, Czech RepublicAboutThere's a room in a hotel in New York City, that shares our fate and deserves our pity. I don't want to remember it all, the promises I made if you just hold on. (Twin Skeleton's - FOB) I love .. more.. |

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