Oh how I see us my love
Two birds on a wire
Yours is a peaceful dove
Mine's a crow on fire
Yours is free, you rove
So sweet, so cute, so bryer
Mine's caught in a burning stove
Forever lost in desire
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Mohamed Sakhiri
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Fiction
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Çok Güzel as my girl friend says. It means "very beautiful!" 😊