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My poetry is a rose
And me, its stem
You fell for the rose
Yet not for the latter
I may, unlike the rose,
Hold no sweet fragrance
No red of your heart
Nor the tenderness of your skin
But indeed I can swear to you
a hundred more such roses (poems)
that satisfy your eyes
This is what he promised to the world, but he was still not recognized. Is it because he was the latter?
Tune in to know what this poem beholds.
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The story contains poems in some of the chapters (depicted as written by the protagonist).
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Hope you'll enjoy the story💜
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LEFT WITH WORDS || KIM TAEHYUNG
FanfictionKim Taehyung is a genius assistant scriptwriter working for South Korean Productions after he quit poetry. Will he be able to grow in the film industry while being suppressed by his superiors? The story depicts an irony between his beautif...
