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Through just and unjust ,the world it runs.
Rivers and lakes , in people, it depends.
Spouse and pause, love it holds.
Inevitable , the forces they are.
Though world begin in hate,
may it end in love.
I woke,
I've been writing poems
For the wrong person.

I broke,
I've been crying
For the wrong person.

He was fooling me all along.
This is so emabarrasing lol. All my poems were dedicated to him. I feel so dumb
Aliquid sicut flumen,
Quasi aliquid rosa.
Res potest esse sicut pulchritudo,
Mais tu es belle.
Starting my journey to learn Latin! Had some help writing this, don't know if it's perfect. Here's what it's supposed to say;

Beauty
Something like a river,
Something like a rose.
Things can be like beauty,
But you are beautiful.
If you are,
not willing to,
Try the tea,
To see if,
It has cooled,
You'll never get,
To drink it,
While it's warm.
Some flavorful wisdom for your morning wake ups. Today's tea is Ginger Chai.
"It's the little details the hurt people."

Who knew,
A math teacher,
Would be so right.
Little words that struck my soul.
Am
I
  Truly
   As
    Unique
     As
      I
       Can
        Be
         ?
It's too early to be doubting yourself, have a great Thursday everybody!
Often,
I feel like,
I am a door,
For people to go through,
To get better off than me.
This has been the only one of these I've done where the lines count perfectly without any effort, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
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