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Then we met
You wouldn't tell me how you felt
Obviously
We had just met
You waited as such for opportunities to spill the contents of your heart
How blind was i not to have known
That your heart would have such beautiful caverns
Walls painted gold
And then your eyes
They wept spring waters
I'm glad to have been soaked by such flow
Your windows wept and your soul glowed
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Why were we ever strangers
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"Poems" DEPICTION
PoetryDepiction is all about the fantasies in my mind. I just paint them in words.
