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Pitter-patter

His eyes screamed of copper

Pitter-patter

Everyday, he'd use sweet words to flatter

Pitter-patter

He made me think of dreams that I could only chase after,
A dream to never touch,
Let alone devour

Pitter-patter

I don't think it will ever stop raining,
But behind these blurry windows,
I shall keep on dreaming

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Note: this book will be undergoing editing soon. Some poems will be unpublished because for me, they're not that good. 😅 Aesthetic banners will be added and also some pretty pictures. Stay tuned and don't forget to share this poetry book if it deserves to!

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