Why are you so okay when I leave? Isn't that mean you're not loving me?
I can be tired too, loving someone alone. Tell me, honey, tell me.
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My sunflower is now bleached.
I'm done.
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BUTTERFLY - LOVE
PoetryIn the beginning, I obey the heavy rain blindly. Now you're the hero of my book, the villain in the chapters, and the pain causing me art. This kind of art I am making is my favorite phase 'cause I feel everything all at once and it's all because of...
