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my very own poetry

my very own poetry

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Poetry
she is the sun, the light and the hurt, she cries and loves too much until she doesn't feel anything or feels too much
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There's things I wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live. Like if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did. ♡ She is kind, heart made of honey. And she is reserved, the opposite of sunny. No one would ever think they would be together. But they are the moon and the sun made for each other.

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