"𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴"
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨
𝙏𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙
𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙨
𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩
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PoetryToast to our moments that became memories! Memories that became our lessons And lessons that made our souls hungry Only capable of filling it up by indulging into the world of poetry
