These blank pages on my table,
Minutes ago it was just a sheet;
I then close my eyes and see you.
Word after word, I could hear you.
Every dotted ink spells out your name,
And when it's done;
You now live here.
If this is the only way i could have you;
I swear I'll write for the rest of my life...
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
PoetryIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
