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May 2021
No one knows me,
like the pages of this book,
the tears that fell,
the tears that wanted to fall,
the meaning,
the feelings,
in each letter,
the intent,
in every word,
the surprise,
in the end,
good and bad,
poetry,
is my escape form life without pages,
because I don't know when my story will end.
Poetry, my friend
Sins of a dreamer
Written by
Sins of a dreamer  17/M/Virginia
(17/M/Virginia)   
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