she wrote a poetry book that i read five pages per night before I went to sleep. and with each night i got to know her better and better. and every morning after i wake up i look at the morning sky, and the sun seemed to resemble her. because she's the only reason why i rise to talk to her about the words i read last night. how she rocked my mind and my heart and my soul because of her exquisite words that allowed me to enter her soul. and it was magical inside. it really was. it really was. and i can't wait for the sun to set to discover more of her world as we both fly together to the moon and stars of her poetry.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
