THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
There is a light at the end of the tunnel is all I know, And it continues to glow, Dim at first, but it is there, But as I walk t…
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THE MISSING PIECE
Till death do us part It is always that vow of ours that came to my mind when I thought of leaving him. It had been six years sinc…
O' My Love
You who have a mixture of milk and chocolate under your tongues and your lips drip honey like wild hives.O winds of the south, O w…
