Did the sky fall for me? Washing down What was left of the surreal lives The perfect choices Content, imperfect love You must be a dream Only a vivid image that I just wish would stay there
Hello, I'm Zatasha, I guess. I write poetry, then type it, the voila! Here on blogspot it appears. I would appriciate any comment to help me write better. ^-^
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