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ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ,,
"I love the colour midnight blue" he said,
eighteen year old him
"I love the colour midnight blue so much" he said,
pushing me down, till I reached the bottom and were covered in the one thing he loved the most.
meaning he now loved me as well.
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HIS CANVASS | ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poetry"on his canvass he expressed his sorrow, his burden and his horror" ＃119 in poetry ＃42 in poesia
