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Jan 2024
No word, now, spoken is new,
Except for thought in my mind,
Entombed in my mouth, spoken and
Embraced in your heart.
I love to compliment others, do you? But I find it very hard to receive them. Compliments cam be surface level focusing on appearance or what one does or they can be deeper through remarking on one's character, soul and one's Maker.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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