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She knew he didn’t love her ’cause his top three Snapchat rate were all of other girls and that web cam w***e Kate. And she wanted to ..

They looked up and saw her a body electric fashioned by Eros coming through the door tall, with a perfectly turned ankle worthy in itself of wors..

I don’t recall which day it was of the thousands I have lived when I realized that nothing lasts and what a shame it was that perfection is ..

Sit not in your darkened room alone and brooding feeling forsaken by the Fates the sounds of the living rising from the streets. Mourn not useless..

I am satisfied with my daily bread a pinch of salt a cup o’joe a little touch of you at night. A sweet dream while drifting on sleep&rsquo..

Narrow street of ancient age your memories are shining your beauty still as new though your stones were worn well before she was ever born. Y..

In a dream the guns came out drowning out the voice of reason unheard the crying little children no one cared who fired first. One side killing al..

Twas the moment she said “Hi!” to me as I left the luncheonette her face recalled but not her name though she remembered mine. I said ..

The children played a jumping game out in the street on market day the children played a jumping game until they came to Gaza town. Their fathe..

Crisp and clear it was that day befitting Roman January strolling down the Spanish steps to buy the International Tribune. Planned a quiet morn..