Hotel Room I wanted to write you a letter and now and here I am in a hotel room where suddenly the freedom to do Have escaped again you know my score You keep my route forever tired again so I have written you to state that after all and still and here I love you, my one to say sorry we were so madly incompatible, unable to stop the better version of me got a hold for stronger or worse yet feel all this time do leave, your anger - my calls allow the sun - our laughs rather than to forgive I wanted to write you to never forget the sounds we shared the travels that need Love always, your one Kate Copeland Kate Copeland started reading libraries at the age of five. Her love for words led her to teaching and translating her three favourite languages, while singing along to her favourite lyrics. Her writing teacher advised her to skip stories and start poetry. The subsequent writing waves have already resulted in some publications...leaving a crave for more! She was born in Rotterdam some 51 years ago and adores housesitting in The United Kingdom and Spain.
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