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I should have wrote
A thousand essays
A million poems
A billion monologues
A trillion letters
For you
After we met online
A year ago
But that would be over soon
I should have painted
A hundred murals
A thousand pictures
A million portraits
A billion abstracts
About how I feel for you
After you emailed your heart
Fifteen months ago
But that would be forgotten soon
You could make or break
These angelic wings of poetry
And artistic silhouette before
But that would conclude soon
For I slowly learned
And desperately learning
To find my inner awakening
From reality that bites
And reveries that blinds
That love has its own way
No matter how we design
A masterpiece of allusion
What’s the difference between having a paint brush and a pencil when the heart is numb?… phoenix
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