Sometimes I check the water with my toes. Sometimes I let my feet dangle on the side of the pool, waddling my feet, making ripples. Sometimes I dive headfirst and hope I could resurface back in time. Sometimes I hope I don't.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
