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It took me too long to realize, too late in my life to learn why my heart is so fickle, why my heart is so rash, so melancholy or boisterous, so timid yet unapologetically loud.
I wrote a hundred poems About you, for you, to you, But you never realized Did you? Those words were not just words They were physical pieces Of a priceless heart A paper and ink home
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