I wasted a lot of time on the wrong people, but never once felt as if I wasted time on you.
Not in the eternity you've been carrying on within my head. Not in the moments you've made my heart climb out of its cage and flutter off as if it were a weightless dandelion tuft. Not in any of the exchanges we've had, whether they end in smiles or tears or laughter.
I have lived in the foreign land of repeat, I am stuck in the paradise of your solstice heart. I love you...
Is that a poem?
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Punctuation
PoezjaPunctuation means everything. Punctuation does everything. Punctuation is everything. I'm promoting punctuation. Promoting bringing commas back, promoting exclamation points, promoting questions and promoting finishing sentences when they need to...
