Want You Here
Could you be my heaven Could you be my angel When it’s 1 in the morning I’m wishing for you I’ll be dreaming Here in my Never-land Is it fantasy I
12/27/2019
Poetry
By: Jo Vi
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Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.
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