She was his ledge,
His backboan,
His muse.
He was her light,
Her inspiration,
Her melodist.
He led her down a road of notes,
High and low,
Above and below.
His muse spewed letters of trust,
Her melodist distorted her letters with deceit..
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Photography at its most candid
A Canadian Lifestyle & Beauty Blog
Open collective to share what you have learned
Scene Around Me
kaizen on my lexapro
A great WordPress.com site
Loving Life and Inspiring Others
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Writing \\ Research \\ Photography
तपाइँलाई यो सानो वेबपेजमा स्वागत छ । paudelpadamprasad@gmail.com
The Adventures of an Erotica Author (18+)
Addiction Resource & Sober Living Ideas
finding happiness
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Author of the savagely funny debut novel, Anti-Social Media
Walking the Oregon Coast on a Pilgrimmage for Prayer
Beautiful.
Deceit can distort/distroy anything lovely.
Thank u! Yes. Deceit is a horrid disease.
Infectious for the weak.
Have a lovely night!
Yes indeed! Same to you and thank you for visiting 😉