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You could have read it
Clearly through my eyes.
But you waited for that
Voiceless, uneducated
Tongue to speak.
You waited for someone
Who has completely
Forgotten to shape love,
With her palms,
turned bare and weak.
YOU ARE READING
𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗘𝗗
PoetryA story full of poetry and poems no storyline don't read it if you are sensitive to it . Don't like it don't read it
