and don’t forget,
I’d mutter,
I miss the way
your skin
welcomed my
fingers;
language
that transcended
my lips,
it all grew
from a
single
sigh.
(Source: chandtora)
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The Writer's Bloc
This blog is a dedicated space for poets of all kinds. Our aim is to share the work of those hidden in the writing community and of course some from our favourites. We try to find new talent, as all of the staff members have different, diverse taste. Thank you for visiting -- Let the inspiration flow.
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