July 22, 2021 Doree Grief, life, love, poetry July 22, 2021July 22, 2021 1 Minute My state of abeyance Floats between worlds Standing tall and pretty While I choke And crawl 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 July 22, 2021July 22, 2021
So good 🖤🖤🖤
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As I was posting this I thought of you 🥰.
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To be fair, as I was reading it I thought of me too 🖤🖤🖤
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😂 I LOVE that!
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Testament to how good your writing really is my friend 😁🖤
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You’re too kind, same back atcha!
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🖤🖤
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Wow, this is haunting!
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Thank you ❤️
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❤️❤️❤️🤗😘
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You always make me smile ❤️
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I’m so happy, thank you infinitely from my heart dearest Doree! 😍🥰😘❤️❤️❤️🤗
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❤️ and thank you 🤗
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🥰😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗🤗🌹
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That’s what I like to see, Doree!
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Glad you liked it 😊
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