Reality Check 47

I may forget how to hate if all fall in love with my smile.
So do I forget how to hate, or forget how to smile?

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. A day time cat nap is dew in sackSo z for now until I am backAnd I will miss kiss blissAS Andrew is off for a walkAnd accompanied with sweet talk!A singpost in time! Off for the day so rest your play! LvoEPHEW.

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