Categories Poetry My All Post author By headgeek Post date April 20, 2022 1 Comment on My All Infinite. Cold. Essentially empty, with flashes of brilliant light. You are my Universe. ← My Muse, My Verses → Out of Control One reply on “My All” You wanted to be someone’s all A. You were. Leave a Reply to HG Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.
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You wanted to be someone’s all A. You were.