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1. I hold my pen and stare at the paper only to kn

1. I hold my pen and stare at the paper only to know that a tear drop has kissed the paper surpassing my cheeks. I than write; a poetry maybe, such that the ink mixes with my tears and now no one can make out what is more salty my words or my tears. (i wish to write about you, without you) 2. I visit the cafe we used to meet every Saturday. I oder your favorite "mocha java chip" and stare at it until i am unable to analyze what is more cold my heart or the coffee. I gulp it down in one sip (i w
1. I hold my pen and stare at the paper only to know that a tear drop has kissed the paper surpassing my cheeks. I than write; a poetry maybe, such that the ink mixes with my tears and now no one can make out what is more salty my words or my tears. (i wish to write about you, without you) 2. I visit the cafe we used to meet every Saturday. I oder your favorite "mocha java chip" and stare at it until i am unable to analyze what is more cold my heart or the coffee. I gulp it down in one sip (i w
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