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One of my few attempts at non-rhyming (more towards free-verse) poetry. I don't know what drips from my mother's fingers while she sleeps.
I miss the times when we exchange pictures of sceneries . Text each other at any time of the day & go out randomly & watch movies together .
Stevie knew it was a risk, but it was one she was willing to take. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clearing her mind from all the negative thoughts.
It is unsure how she did it, but where there's a will there's a way. She sent the wedding present wrapped in beautiful gold.