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by jadencook

There are not enough words in the English language to tell you how Much I love you I look for you in every backward glance In every second guess In the way the sun refuses to stop painting my walls pink Each Morning You are clockwork to me And I could only hope I am as Fond to you as my window facing East Is to me
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Comments (5)

Izzyd1515
<p>This is beautiful. I love the rawness; this resonates with me.</p>
Alexander
<p>good command of&nbsp; poetry, you are promising</p>
rachelwrites
<p>This is awesome</p>
anthonyehendricks
<p>Very powerful, I like the last line especially.</p>
marysitz
<p>Beautiful!&nbsp;</p>

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