February 8, 2022

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry March 1, 2022March 1, 2022 1 Minute

A thousand words

Might touch the surface

If I could only find the right ones

To start the conversation

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Published March 1, 2022March 1, 2022

masercot says:

March 1, 2022 at 1:50 pm

The curse of the poet: Encapsulating the infinite in the smallest number of words…

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1. Doree says:
  
  March 1, 2022 at 2:02 pm
  
  Nicely put…❤️
  
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Giada says:

March 1, 2022 at 2:50 pm

❤️

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1. Doree says:
  
  March 1, 2022 at 4:01 pm
  
  🤗❤️
  
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goals&goodvibes says:

March 15, 2022 at 3:40 am

🖤🖤

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1. Doree says:
  
  March 15, 2022 at 3:27 pm
  
  ❤️🤗
  
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