Tag: anaphora
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In Conversation
You said you didn’t love me, You said all hope was gone, You said you didn’t want me, I said that you were wrong. You said that it was complex, You said I wouldn’t understand, You said we’d grown apart, I said I didn’t give a damn. You said that I was stupid, You said…
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Joy Ride
The scent of the leather that’s dancing on air, The caress of the wind as it tussles my hair, The thump of the speakers; they’re playing my song, The bass in the engine; it’s drumming along, The feel of the sun as it kisses my skin, The view of the horizon that’s luring me in,…
Serena Malcolm 