Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Fear is a hurdle that stops the expression
Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.
Allen turned up at my little cabin, … and we immediately began exchanging poems.
Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.
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