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—prelude

Feelings were truly bold like how ocean leans on the sand in the seashore. It touches down all the burden in such a fleeting extent as a matter of being hurt yet but hiding.

Thus, she's been seeing how butterflies scooted in the air. So ever since then she pursued it unduly yet there's a difference —butterflies were carried out by the wind while she'd carried by hurt.

She weeps however behind those teardrops she seems to be fine. She might not afford to smile for her but at least she could do it for him. Because if there's any substantial amount of everything else that must be a traitor heart.

Solely yours,
N A K E D L I E S

❝Feelings that she used to hold where she chose to stay untold❞

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❝Feelings that she used to hold
where she chose to stay untold❞

L A  C O R N I C E

The inescapable chaos has hastened me to assemble this cabin of art to inspire people and perhaps to express my deep affection in poetry. All the poems that you'll catch a glimpse of here were purely written and originally mine. I'm hoping that you may find love and relate somehow all throughout your reading as I felt when I'm composing every word in this book.

I hope that this cabin of art may trigger your imagery and energizes you into a sort of panorama. Please deal with this like it's your residence as I unfolded here a glimpse of my realm.

©All rights reserved|Call me—RYB

One More Time
yaeow, rioale
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L E T T E R A  D I  G I U L I E T T A

I never forget you -every wall that I've walked through I'd always draw your face dreaming one day I could stare at it again. I'd love to paint you in every corner of the thoroughfare. I'd love to describe the countenance of yours in every lyric that I've made. As what we had is much more than a fairytale —too costly to let it slept away.

So then ever since I began to write where I took pieces of you in desperate hopes that we could be more than enough. Chances might be suppositional but nevertheless, if it doesn't work for us I'd still hope that we find each other in another lifetime. If that would happen I'd still wait for you.

Romeo

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