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My Artform: Finshed You steal the ground from under my feet, and when im cold, you cover me. Loving you is a simple feat, trying not to, is when im stuck, stairing up at the mountains peak. We talk, and walk the downtown streets, giving these streetlights something to see, and we do. Though you try to hide it, i never miss that look, as if somehow life cheated you. I've seen you smile, so your mask is easy to see through. Your mine, but i can tell somewhere along that road lie a piece of you. I know your missing something. I wish that i was what completed you.
Have you ever heard this
Have you ever heard this song, millyardo??
This prose reminds of this song.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "