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Sep 2018
I'm no writer.
I'm no poet.
Yet, every time I think
of you,
words flow
with all the rhymes
of love
the world knows.

I'm not sweet.
I'm not affectionate.
Yet, every time I meet
your eyes,
all I want is to be held
close to you
and spout sweet
nothings
like what lovers do.
Mary Frances
Written by
Mary Frances  25/F
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