Dead Stars Poetry Her words were rich and divine, filling the universe with life. And I devoured them like ambrosia as all the dead stars felt their warmth. © Sarah Doughty Share this:EmailFacebookLinkedInPinterestPocketPrintRedditTumblrTwitterLike Loading... Related
It was just ecstatic. You mesmerized me.
Keep Writing!
Enigma
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Aw thank you! I’m honored! 😊
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Delicious!
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Thank you! 😊
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aaaaah!!! there goes my Sunday afternoon melt! ❤ ❤ ❤
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💕💕💕💕💕
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❤ ❤ ❤
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I loved this! Juxtaposition was brilliant!
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Thank you! 😊 😊 😊
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Your poetry is very eloquent.
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Thank you so much. 😊
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When I read your writing, your words always make me feel so many emotions.
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Oh wow, thank you so much. 😊
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The connection of words to dead stars is powerful.
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Thank you so much! 😊
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I love the fact that this can apply to either a lover or a favorite author. 🙂
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Aw thank you! That was the goal!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Yum!
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😊 😊
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like the idea of the afterglow in this piece. nice.
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Awww thank you!
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my pleasure
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