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Nov 2020
Throw the pen.
water the paper.
lost like I'm ten.
I'm now a vapor.

Standing tall,
I think I'm gonna fall.
Eyes cold as snow,
Hits you like woah.

Hard like a stone,
This is what I know.
Love me like a bow,
You are my only goal.
Carpo
Written by
Carpo  19/M/Philippines
(19/M/Philippines)   
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   Bogdan Dragos and j a connor
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