Glitter As soon as my palm opened... Our glitter became dust. Now everything that sparkles... I know can combust. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related May 16, 2021October 28, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Combust, Glitter, Poery, You 5 Comments
Gloriously good 🖤🖤
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Thank you ❤️❤️
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You’re always welcome my friend 🖤 🖤
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So true and heartfelt, as well as beautifully written ❤
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Thank you Sacha!
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