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Poetry

❝He was her sun, who turned her into a shadow.❞ Where I write and sometimes compile poems that remind me of you.

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by radically

by radically

Sometimes

I want to peek into your mind

And finally know what goes on

In your beautiful mind.

I want to know

what kind of songs

you sing all day.

I want to know

what you badly want

to eat today.

I want to know

what you want to draw

in your notebook filled with sketches

that you never showed to anyone.

I want to know

what you think of me.

I hope it's how I want it to be,

hopefully better than what I expect it to be.

k.e.queen