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I write raw,
I write rough,
but I keep writing about you.
Because they look beautiful,
when I read
them thinking of you…
See me from those eyes
again,
I saw all my world
in, once;
Hear me from
those ears again,
I
whispered all my love in,
once.
And it’s not just
me
Even these words
turn so beautiful,
when I
describe you,
The
thoughts always turn
picturesque,
when I
imagine you.
Stains left,
each time I write you,
isn’t of the ink I write,
It’s your memories
which I want to, but
could never write…