My body is a living letter.
I may not know what's written,
But I can feel the prints pressing on me.
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My soul is a breathing book.
I may forget what's recorded on the pages,
But I'm sure that many words are written here.
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But my heart is a fragile fable,
A torching tragedy of humanity.
One single fire, and I will be lost forever.
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Sentimental
Poetryadj. dealing with feelings, usually tender, sad, or nostalgic I'm fine, I'm just a bit sentimental. [10-13-17: #178 for Poetry] [From 12-12-16 to 03-01-19] Winner of Rhyme Scholars 2017
