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Nov 2024
You were always intrigued, to know who I am going to write my poetry for.
Our youth reflects on a piece of white paper as my pen strikes down our shared memories together.
Joe, you always wanted to know who was behind my love letter.

Little did you know, even though my lips can't say it directly.
In my heart, it always be you.
ANA
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