so, i wrote something like a continuation or excerpt of this poem : https://w.tt/3hBlDVN
it's more of a continuation of the same feeling i felt when i wrote the first part.
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the nostalgic March wind blows into my room,
i take a break from the laptop screen I've been staring at for hours and close my eyes.
i think about how March has always remained the same.
the scent of your perfume lingers in the air still,
our memories are saved in my head like a photo album, i am stuck being a seventeen year old hopeless romantic and i still hope someday, the universe will align our stars and we will dance again in my room, we will laugh and eat and be weird together. you taught me what real love was, then you took it away and left me searching for the same love in different people.
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feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
