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I am no poet but a hypocrite who marvels how you Stir a soul as effortlessly as your gaze to mine An unknowing muse Dried ink could never match your quiet grace A living poem
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
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I am no poet but a hypocrite who marvels how you Stir a soul as effortlessly as your gaze to mine An unknowing muse Dried ink could never match your quiet grace A living poem
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
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