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Writing For You

You know what?

I'm not surprised anymore that I want to write about you.


With a little more honesty,

And a lot more reality,

For I want to come out of this world of fiction,

To see you for who you are,

And for being who I am.


Because truth be told,

I don't think I'm done,

With words or poetry,

For you,

For me,

For the universe.


I don't think this is where it ends,

Or how it's supposed to end,

Otherwise, I won't be thinking of you,

All day long.


words for the day

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