I've run out of inks
When I want to describe my feelings
A feeling that can't be touched by the mind
And untouched by words
So do you
Who is always present at the end of my day
Your face and your speech is beautiful
I can't write it down in my poetry
Sorry
When I smile at you
Sorry
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