I see you. I feel you.
You're gone.
My hands tingle.
My heart feels you.
Where are you?
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Stories My Grandmother -- Albina Orzo Ricci -- Told Me
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Grandma Albina was only six years old, but she knew for sure she didn't
like dried figs. Or dried pork. But that's all there was to eat during that
miserab...
5 weeks ago
4 comments:
*snaps fingers* I digg the poem, miss. I wrote something similar that I'm going to post, called Dear Warmth. I'm thirst for more, keep it up shawty!
And the title fits well. I have the most problems with titles in the world! lol
I love the poem.
I can't wait to read more of your writings. The poem is short and simple but it says so much.
I'm def feeling it (applauds)
LOL at (applauds)...loser, lol
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