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my poem: In a universe parallel to ours, we held onto each other tightly, navigating through storms with unwavering love and commitment. We were architects of our own destiny, repairing the fractures, strengthening the bonds. Yet, here we stand, in this reality, where time has woven a different narrative, where paths diverged, and our hearts drifted apart. But amidst the echoes of what could have been, I find solace in knowing that in another universe, we fixed it all. Our love, immortalized in the fabric of countless possibilities, remains a testament to the depth of what we shared, the beauty of what we were, and the hope of what could still be, in a universe yet to unfold
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@luhivqqcherry wrote:
you're poem is beautiful .
Good job and keep it up
@sandy99 wrote:
Good job and keep it up
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@jayfafr wrote:
@luhivqqcherry wrote:
you're poem is beautiful .
@xero wrote:
@jayfafr wrote:
@luhivqqcherry wrote:
you're poem is beautiful .
cutsiee. gj Jay 🤗.
@euphoriiic wrote:
cutsiee. gj Jay 🤗.
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