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Dear Poetry,
Poetry is merciless on me,
preventing me to merely be,
but feeling immensely everything at once,
or nothing at all, giving ratio a chance.
But when she gets me, oh when she's there,
she doesn't leave me, she's well aware
of my fantasy...
preventing me to merely be,
but feeling immensely everything at once,
or nothing at all, giving ratio a chance.
But when she gets me, oh when she's there,
she doesn't leave me, she's well aware
of my fantasy...
