Posted on November 8, 2020June 26, 2021 by LeiaBetween the Beats | Poetry that Sucks I don't care if the verses don't beat, equal in length, rhyme or have a pattern. What I care about is that there's truth in them, that you can spy my soul hidden between the lines. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Always spying on the soul between the lines. That’s the best part.
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thanks ❤
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