On the cold days of November,
we ate ramen and drank milktea.
It was hilarious that we ended up exchanging orders.
I ended up eating your order,
you ended up eating mine.
I didn't mind.
I didn't mind if the ramen was not cooked well.
All I cared about was you, anyways.
But you get it,
the ramen was there.
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Starlight
PoetryStarlight is a poetry book about love and loss, but it's more than that. It digs deep on the miseries, yearning and peace you're craving for. It's a poetry book for all ages, but it's more of understanding genuine connections, friendships and facing...
