The author ran out of ink in his pen
No who, what, why, how or when
Because some stories just end
Before they even begin
nonfairytale, poem, poetry, words, writing
October 23, 2017 at 4:05 PM
Oh, sad…but beautifully presented. Thank you.
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She Was a Girl First
By Lisa Lopez
One Writer's Heart
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