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Please take the one that describes your life, may god be with you.
We spill words onto paper
than call it poetry.
we spill blood onto grass
than call it war.
we spill wine onto beds
than call it sex.
we spill laughter onto love.
than call it happiness.
we spill lessons onto souls
than call it life.
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I don't only own the poems after " A note to him " !
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