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Oh love how you I
and it wouldn’t matter
which way
and why
because do I
and yes oh love sweet my
If I could hold
what hands won’t

If I can have
what hands don’t

If I can smile
and take note

I can handle anything.
I only weep
when my tears say so

I only bleed
when my heart says “flow”

I only think
when my mind says “know”

I only die
when my life says “go”.
The irony of free will
My Dear Poet Jun 3
she didn’t say she didn’t love you
she just needed time
to learn to love herself
My Dear Poet Jun 1
Never kiss or touch me
keep them few

Never want to hold me
till it’s true

Never give me anything
unless it’s you

Never say I love you
till you do
My Dear Poet May 29
a little piece please
just a little piece

for the hole in my soul
to fill the whole of my soul

just a little piece of peace
for me
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