A tale of love

She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her waist was tapered and a pair of arched eyebrows looking down on sweeping eyelashes glared on a book. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she blew gently on her carmine-red fingernails

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To the lover whom I never proposed

There were times when we went out for a coffee in the break and I struggled with words. Believe me, I have struggled with the same words for years.

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Dear Weed

Hello, this is me, yes your beloved old friend or should I say, lover. I think it’s been over a year since we have met, but I must not lie that there was not even a single day when I didn’t miss you. People separated us wide apart, saying that I was addicted to your charm and you were a bad habit which could destroy me.

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