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In the name of moving on I started loving you even more,
Instead of your ignorance your eye contacts were all I adore,
My poetry dripping like blood from my vein,
So were all my feelings destined to drain.
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. Peace ✌️
YOU ARE READING
My Escape
PoetryTo become a poet you must fall in love once either your love story becomes perfect or your poetry 🖤
