He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. -Emily Bronte
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See poetry as a puzzle. It's up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they kn...
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I looked around, waiting for my necklace to glow. Hoping and wishing that he was near, I wanted to find him...