"𝔼π•₯π•–π•£π•Ÿπ•’π• β„šπ•¦π•–π•€π•₯: π•€π•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 β„™π•’π•˜π•– 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖"



 Something that my words are unable to capture:


You were the novel, a tome I dared not conclude,

Yet the final page, in endless reverie, I pursued,

A thousand times, its words I traced with fervent sighs,

In your prose, I found a universe where my heart lies.





                                                       Poet: Ineffable🀍🫣

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