Between – April 6, 2019 Doree Grief, life, poetry April 10, 2019 1 Minute Between poems, I cry and I cry. Until I figure out whatโs making the tears, Then I spill it all over my paper. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published April 10, 2019
Now it is stable. ๐น Your emotional writing is wonderful. Keep it up. ๐ป๐ป LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Thank you. It means a lot to me that you can feel my emotions through my writing :). LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Your post is still wet.
God bless you. ๐น๐น๐น๐น
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Yes, that it is. Thank you.
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Now it is stable. ๐น
Your emotional writing is wonderful.
Keep it up. ๐ป๐ป
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Thank you. It means a lot to me that you can feel my emotions through my writing :).
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We can feel words when they directly come out of your heart. ๐น๐ป๐ป
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