And,
I got this cheap, so well,
And,
I love the intoxication ,
Of the pages, how they smell
Oh, did I mention my eyes swell'
Spiralling downward in the optimistic well,
I reminisce the times,
I read this in my cell. . .
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Whatever has been the past, something that only in my conscience lasts, here I am to di.a.log the complexities of the human heart.
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