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Mr. Words

My dearest..

Mr. Words,

In this hopeless love that we’re willing to pay so much pain into it – I get to know you, the person of all the poems I’ve written. For all your beauty is just too much for my eyes and my heart to deal with and so they slam themselves like a closing door and we spill all of you here. and everywhere.

Someday, on the very fate as it’s sealed when our path cross. I’ll  see you, our eyes will meet. I will smile at you, I will.

And if you come to hear closely enough I’ll probably have lost the beat of us, inside of me.

It’s just that you’ll never get to be at the right distance to figure out.

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