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There was no madness… Yet some call us lovers “mad”… Love can drive you up your own walls and ceilings. Left roped and hung by your own broken heart strings— Sometimes, Love leaves the lonely— Mad Lovers, behind for dead…

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Pauly

16 / M / Los Angelas, CA

For You?

Written by

Pauly

16 / M / Los Angelas, CA

Published: Mar 20, 2025
Time: 1m

Notes: A line I read from a book I've been reading for english class called Circe by Madeline Miller. I thought of writing a poem.

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