Pomes #9

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Don'r think that I love you..
like picturing my feelings on the paper..
Paper is thin, my heart as well..
Every time I write a word on a paper..
I dig a scare on my heart..
Every time I write about us..
I burn..
Why do I see you in everything?..
Like if you were all the people on earth..
Like that if I want you then I should find you..
And I will..

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