For PunHunter. Thank you for the follow and may you find those bells of possibilities!!!
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It stood there, on the backyard of a lone town,
A tree whose branches are filled with bells,
Bells that held letters from many who pass,
Secrets stamped within it, waiting to be read,
He however, held secrets bigger than normal,
Something that he couldn't write nor tell,
And he stood there waiting, all for her,
Wanting to tell those secrets within him,
Even if it means that he would suffer and die.
Because he knew, she hated lies.
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"It's better to tell the truth than both of you being tortured by lies..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
