The cracks in my hands told me I’d live forever. They told me that one day I’d be wealthy. When my hands held you for the first time I knew it to be true.
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Short and perfect.
Awww, just beautiful. If you haven’t already, write this in the next card to your significant other, or just leave it in a note under her pillow.
Lovely, the significance made even more powerful by the white space. Well done.
Ah, shucks… that’s a wonderful love story, Matt. Just so lovely. Peace…
BTW, I’m really loving your poems when you post them.
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Short and perfect.
Awww, just beautiful. If you haven’t already, write this in the next card to your significant other, or just leave it in a note under her pillow.
Lovely, the significance made even more powerful by the white space. Well done.
Ah, shucks… that’s a wonderful love story, Matt. Just so lovely. Peace…
BTW, I’m really loving your poems when you post them.
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