𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎  poetry ; 
« 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵-𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 ; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 »
-At least that's what I wished I'd say.
To tell her subtly with lines and curves in my letters, in my poems ;
Or with words that would slip past my lips and form at their very edges.
Something raw, something real.
But somehow, words were never enough.

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