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The fallen leaves
The cold
The idea
Runaway
The ME. me
The real me is me
The year 2021 : a sonnet
The misery
The family
The ancient books
You’re not my friend
Life goes on
Indian summer
Tear
So I’ve written a huge amount of poems 😅 I love putting my emotions into it I can’t really put them on here you know so if you want to read you can search for it.🤍✨
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