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Poetry is just playing with words am I right? Or it could be our darkest secrets spilling out of us? Maybe our deepest desires? well whatever it is It is surely beautiful.
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Life can be gloomy and heavy sometimes, but when you least expect it, you may encounter a fresh gust of wind that brings the warmth of love. In those moments, the clouds of melancholy and despair part, and there is a ceasefire of the blues!

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