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You say that wordsShould fall on me like rain,Should sweep by me like wind,And I, like stone, should merely stand,Unperturbed and unbecoming.
You wis..
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PrincessI wake belowStraight aurora raysUnder an African summer.You, my princess,Gently smile.I fly aboveThe glaciers of ManilaRight beside Paris.You,..
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On men, romance, nakedness, and time.
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A draft
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A lover and a sin.
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Swiping my way to romance
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Words cannot express how much I loved her.
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Our footsteps take us to the nearest Starbucks
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Instead of screaming for an exist, I'll sing my way out the door.
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A very intense poem about what really happens
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