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From melodies of songs,
To all your wrongs.
To every fight,
There were some things right.
Fantasy, like a dream,
From a sunlight's beam.
Parties and kisses,
Places of messes.
Rooms filled with laughter,
The world, we saunter.
Every place I go, there is you.
Now, do you see me too?
Melancholic sadness,
Historic happiness.
Coldness to pain,
Nothing to gain.
Everything changes,
When I was your fairest.
These paintings, from Narnia,
We made it, now it's all just nostalgia.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
