Saturday, September 28, 2013
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Usually with words I am spoilt for choice;
But there isn't a birdsong that touches your voice.
There are no earthy things that I can compare,
The softest of silks cant describe your hair.
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2/27/2026 2:32:02 AM # 1.0.0
gosh i wish somebody wrote something like that for me. but alas no one among my friends has a single poetic bone in their body. truthfully speaking, you are gifted man. i read them many times, and even then they don't get boring. your muse must be siren of your heart. :)