It once was the object of my desire
Far from my path I stride toward it
My passion for it was intense
It grew with my every waking moment
I looked past it's faults
I must come back up the path I for so long went down
It can't deceive me anymore
I see past those beautiful eyes
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Short Poems
PoesíaJust a bunch of random poems I've come up with and will add more as I go.
