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It's the love that has no end. It's the love that has no past. And the feelings that consume my whole body as I'm writing these words... If that's not poetry, then I don't know what is.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
My hands will stain the paper with ink as I write down our story
It's the love that has no end. It's the love that has no past. And the feelings that consume my whole body as I'm writing these words... If that's not poetry, then I don't know what is.
francescas
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
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