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Nov 2018
I used to write poetry only for the
fame.
It was nothing more to me, then mere child's game.

As I grew up, I wanted something to blame,
So I wrote my poetry with saddened flames.

My heart got broken, so I wrote for a claim,
But I didnt had it in me to write the
same.

But then I met you and I setted my
aim
So im writing this poetry  in your
name...
And her beautiful brown eyes, they made me homesick for the home i never had
Written by
Mindless wanderer  16/M
(16/M)   
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