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Nov 2018
Her love was too big for his man
"She is a masterpiece" he stated
Out of all the women he loved
She was the elite
She was the paint in his canvas
They look good together
They make art together
But things were hard
The pain was there
The paint was washed out
through the canvas
She left, carrying all the colors
And the canvas was left waiting
They thought
"We had our time"
Letters from Lia
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Letters from Lia  19/F/In the heart of poets
(19/F/In the heart of poets)   
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