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He can't rhyme, but he writes me poetry anyway.
He writes about times I've made less gray
About running away
About making the most of our days.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Watching him write to me in our favorite cafe;
I love him.
Even when he's frustrated that nothing rhymes with orange.
He writes about times I've made less gray
About running away
About making the most of our days.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Watching him write to me in our favorite cafe;
I love him.
Even when he's frustrated that nothing rhymes with orange.
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THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!