On the daily,
He questioned
Which was more important,
His heart or his brain
Until she came along
Then It seemed like
all his questions were answered.
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Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
