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Jul 2018
I used to write poems for you
like a hopelessly romantic, poor, scholar.
With such fluffy words i described you
the colors, the beauty, the pedestal i held you on
but colors turn dull, beauty fades, and the marbles that once
sculped the pedestal
turned into dust
Now i read my poems
and i scoff
my ink will never run dry
and so i wrote another one for you.
Written by
galaxyofentities  26/F
(26/F)   
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   arizona and Fawn
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