Tag: pop
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Short Poem: It’s Loud
I can’t see it But I feel it The loud screws turning An unsettled pop can stiring Truth rolling over open hills I loved him once But do I love him still? Love always, Ayesha
I can’t see it But I feel it The loud screws turning An unsettled pop can stiring Truth rolling over open hills I loved him once But do I love him still? Love always, Ayesha
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