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Poetry.....

A piece of art.

Bearing the writers image by words.....

Feeling our loneliness....

And I thought things where good....

How am I to live without you?

Easy! we'll both sing blues

Me and you together in this small but comfy room.....


Lol.... Who understands?? If you don't, leave a comment, ill be sure to answer you.

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