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Jan 2018
Holding a quill
I sat down to write.
I started to scribble
dripping ink
on the pile.

All I could write
was your name.
What words? What phrases?
could truly explain.
The way
I feel for
this person so strange.
pouring out my heart
the unwritten note
Written by
the unwritten note  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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