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Writing is an underestimated art,
you are painting colorful images
in people’s minds by using words
of black and white.

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I saw an angelon the bus,with calligraphy curvesand willowy limbs,and she was beautifuland I wasn’t lustful, or envious,just a happy admirer.Then,she touchedher stomachwith her lady-like hands,and sucked it in.And it broke my heart to thinkthat maybeeven angels cry. 
I don’t want to be toldthat the moon is beautifuldespite the factthat it is cratered,I want to be told that the moon is beautiful because of the factthat it is cratered,and that the blinding suncan’t helpbut shine a light on this broken beauty. 
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"just friends"
if we ever get drunk enough that your tongue finds its way to my hipsand in the morning, you remind me that we're "just friends",i will rise, giving you a full view of my naked shoulders shruggingand then kiss you hard enough that myname permanently stains your lips.
a love story-part nine.
he said,"I think love is the moment you look at themand realize you will ruin each other,but still kiss them.”
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