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Pouring Love

It’s been a decade in the pouring rain, she’s walking a memory-lane alone. When neighbors gossiped a thousand yarn, she smiled a moon to hide the pain and drank ’em all like a shot of red wine like the pearls on her cheeks fade with rain. Because a bond stronger than the gravity, and a tale fiercer than of the great Juliet, and a feeling deeper than an ocean blue, she knows, a love truer than the eternity. Beside a […]

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