he wrote me poetry; It feels like a simple true love .
his words were subtle, yet vague.
literature that came from himself, not from something that was vogue
i want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
we imagined ourselves in that perfect place, where childhoods lingure and corn feilds grow.
but i stayed back and looked at the pictures.
so note to self : a heart can see a soul no matter how much it seems absurd
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