The Ending We both know the ending. I won't find you nor will you find me. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related January 18, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Me, Missing you, Poetry, You 12 Comments
au contraire… 🙂 try this: https://skirmisheswithreality.net/2018/02/05/decades-before-meeting/ (not to argue of course; your viewpoint is perfectly valid and nicely written) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I feel you. This year’s already off to a weird start… Wouldn’t expect anything less though 😏 LikeLiked by 1 person
Hello dear Hal. Those searches that ends in nothingness. Leave us wanting more. I enjoyed your work this night. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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au contraire… 🙂 try this: https://skirmisheswithreality.net/2018/02/05/decades-before-meeting/
(not to argue of course; your viewpoint is perfectly valid and nicely written)
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😌❤️ Beautifully done! Perfect timing too!
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Brilliant.
Hope you’re doing ok my friend 🖤🖤
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Thank you 🖤
I’m doing pretty good thanks. 😌 Hope you’re doing okay too 🖤
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Glad to hear it.
All good with me – as well as can be anyway 😁🖤
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I feel you. This year’s already off to a weird start… Wouldn’t expect anything less though 😏
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True 😉🖤
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Simple yet devastatingly beautiful. Raw and real. I love this!
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Thank you!!!
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Hello dear Hal. Those searches that ends in nothingness. Leave us wanting more. I enjoyed your work this night.
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Yes they do. Thank you!!!
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