Big’s my ego, the self, which I don’t desire to break,
Yet if I talk not, to you, tonight, my heart’s going to ache,
For this soul always withers with any dive I don’t take,
I know not if this’ right but I’ve to make this mistake.
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This’ just a 4-line excerpt from the first stanza.
That’s It, Really.
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© Victor Zuze Davies 2017
All Rights Reserved.
Oh my god! 😢 this Is perfect!!
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Thanks for the feedback Sara, thanks ☺️
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Welcome… 😊
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Hey! Nominated you for an award : https://aestheticgraphy.wordpress.com/2017/06/09/liebster-award-1/
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Thanks for the nomination. I forgot about it, will try to do it.
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Love it, thanks for sharing! 🙂
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And thank you for the feedback 😊
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This is nice.
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Thank you 😊
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I love how you rhyme. I suck at rhyming so beautifally. ❤
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Oh, feels good that you like it. Well, just do it oftentimes, it becomes simpler.
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