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Oct 2014
I love words until I became one
I am made up of incomplete phrases
Not everyone knows who I am
And at some points, no one wants to understand

My mind is a dictionary of joy, pain, love, happiness and sadness
My heart is a pile of poetry
I can be the prettiest written song
Or the most beautiful sonnet that chills thy bone

My words can be a perfect haiku
I can turn every single thoughts in my mind to be a perfect sentence that complete the story
I can be the longest-endless novel
Or I can be the most  special prose that you'll never get bored of reading..
We write to express ourselves and at the same time to know who we are. I love my life, i love to blend it in the most beautiful metaphors. My thoughts are composed of poetic voices and to minimize the casualty, I know I have to inked them.
Written by
Denisse  Philippines
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