Evermore
- Bev Flynn
- Nov 11, 2019
- 1 min read

When fear withholds her venturesome she's felt his poems.. freeing unlaced lines made-up of nerve, and spine Kindred souls, through silver ages echoes.. in a 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝒢𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 leaf upon his words she's gingerly learned to depend and he knows.. she'd go through it again
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