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This One's Just for You

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WordOfChen

Published: Sep 10, 2017

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Some poets express beautiful things,
written with magical symbolism
and metaphors that make you think.
Unfortunately, I am not one of them...

For my emotions are straight forward,
as is the meaning within my lines,
but if I had to express one thing beautifully:
Then I would tell you that you are the sole flower of my mind.

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