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It was you. It was me.
It was love.
It was you. It was me.
It was a lie.
It is you. It is me.
It is a goodbye.
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It was strange being a stranger to you,
Wish I had at least noticed the cue!
We had a history,
Now vanished like a mystery.
The stori..
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What are you!
Every time something new.
A mystery full of contradictions,
A character straight out of fiction.
An uncomplaining discree..
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She was in love with words,
He was in love with his dreams,
Her world was in her books,
His world, in that distant gleam.
She loved the..
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As sexy as the vocable voluptuous sounds,
Doesn’t change the fact that you are round,
Some might have avoided saying plump;
Out of civi..
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He said, “It’s my way or highway,”
After cogitating, she chose the latter,
Embracing to stray rather than to stay,
Much to hi..
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The allure of the cryptic darkness,
Kindles the uncanny wakeful madness.
The calling of the caliginous serenity,
Is the beautiful source for..
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Under the luminous crescent moon,
Her heart was racing, as he made her swoon.
Being next to him was complete surrealism,
Along with the my..
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Embracing what you are.
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I can write about the fallen angels and the rise of diabolical demons,
Also, the species that fall in-between; the cryptic humans.
I can write ab..
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