I took that glance and spotted you. Damn, could it be that dreams do come true? There hasn’t been a moment when I want to shed a tear. You’ve come and taken away all my fear. I’m out of the rain And yet feel no pain. I took that glance and spotted you. Damn, could… Continue reading Glance
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Blue Pot
Just when I’m about to give up on hope, I always think about my Godfather Cecil. Uncle Cecil was a very beautiful person. No matter how upset you were with someone or something, Uncle Cecil was always able to put a smile on your face. Uncle Cecil was the person always being asked to be… Continue reading Blue Pot
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