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Burn your toast,write your wicked words,we each have the power to create or destroyto write down each syllable pounding in our heador to shout out furiouslypassionatelyhopefully breathing the warmth of summerinto the air of winter’s froze void.
Connie Song
Annelise Lords
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Girl you just gave me the cure for depression.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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