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Oct 2014
I think poets function best at their lowest,
For I haven't been able to write for days now.
Since the day you made me yours,
Since the day you became mine.
You turned my lows into highs,
You turned my drunken melody to dance rhythms,
You turned my lonely thoughts into "Are you okay, sweetheart? "
And you,
Are my sweet serenade.
ln
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ln  21/F
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