love poetry
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He hugged me He asked first And I agreed I must be cursed My soul won’t sing My heart won’t burst I feel nothing You know what’s worse? His heart’s on wings. I feel like dirt.
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Every morning, I’ll bring you coffee Eggs the way you like And your favorite pancakes Watch you smile with delight I love it when you laugh Your eyes hold the sun I never tire of your voice You’re the only one. You know I’ll always be there No matter what you do So why do
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Maybe I’m broken They call me a late bloomer: Eventually, the feeling, awoken, Will bubble up, later, or sooner. This must be a joke It should’ve happened by now This stuff makes me choke You ask why? I don’t know.
Three Elves in a Trenchcoat 