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What does the handwriting tell about the person? ( Can you know what food they like? )

I took my notebook out,
just to write a song,
but then I saw you,
and now there's nothing I can do.

After all this time,
in this notebook of mine,
I found your words,
forgotten by time.

Our lives are a mess,
but we're doing fine.

Two months have gone by,
without you near by,
my life is a mess,
yet I'm alright.

Hold on tight to these,
hopeless, broken dreams,
I've never given my best,
hope it's not too late to try.

poetrynotebookbroken dreams

◄ Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint

Ladies and gentleman we're not even in space, no need to rush in ►

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