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I believe in a dream where a sleepy eye opens...
Smoke curled up from my skin...so you're back after so long.
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YOU ARE READING
Me her ...tears/love?
PoetryDear reader Ever wondered what Love really meant... well the following poems are written for her by a stranger(me). Some unheard words, some left unspoken, some were left in me by her. It ain't about a broken heart instead it's about the word 'Love'...
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I believe in a dream where a sleepy eye opens...
Smoke curled up from my skin...so you're back after so long.
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