In how many ways can I say that I read a poem I thought was written by you and I loved it, but it wasn't and I don't anymore by Sag

Nov 2016

In how many ways can I say that I read a poem I thought was written by you and I loved it, but it wasn't and I don't anymore

It's not poetry unless it's spilling out of your mouth.
The only words I wanna read are the ones your hands wrote.
The only mind I want to be taught by is the one inside of you.

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