A millions butterfly,
yet,
i hate admiring you,
thousands of reason,
yet,
i still can't love you,
a hundreds pen,
yet,
i can't write my love for you.

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TE AMO
PoetryTE AMO 'TILL YOU FIND YOUR OWN WORDS. BY:ARISTEYA (ARISTEYA NP WORKS) COPYRIGHT: 2021 ARISTEYA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.THE MORAL RIGHTS OF AUTHOR HAVE BEEN ASSERTED.
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A millions butterfly,
yet,
i hate admiring you,
thousands of reason,
yet,
i still can't love you,
a hundreds pen,
yet,
i can't write my love for you.