Between – April 6, 2019 Doree Grief, life, poetry April 10, 2019 1 Minute Between poems, I cry and I cry. Until I figure out what’s making the tears, Then I spill it all over my paper. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X 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
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. 🌹🌹🌹🌹
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Yes, that it is. Thank you.
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Now it is stable. 🌹
Your emotional writing is wonderful.
Keep it up. 😻😻
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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. 🌹😻😻
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