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In Lew of Clouds

Although many poems have came before
hopefully this one, you'll mostly adore,
because i spent a buttload of time,
trying to make all of this rhyme.

This poem isn't going to tell you the color of a rose,
But it will tell you how i like the slight crinkle in your nose,
the one you get when you smile at a poem,
the one that you have that lets my mind roam.

But aside from your smile, theres you piercing eyes,
They pierce to the truth leaving no lies,
yet without them i still feel like i couldn't lie to you,
because of all the emotions that you put me through.

Sometimes those feelings go crazy,
and sometimes they null.
Sometimes you make my heart explode,
sometimes you open up a brand new road,
but there are times when i start to lose hope,
and i feel theres nothing else i can do but mope,
then i see you, and my dark turns to light,
but it fades away as you fade from my sight.

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