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Poetry was never my cup of tea
But you always love to talk in metaphors
Your language was always so hard to read

So now I'm trying to learn it just for you
It's funny how I just got to master it
And you're already tired and done with me

So what am going I to do now?
I guess write poetries about you
And dream that some day you'll learn to read me too

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~Invisible _cleo

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