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i'm the one person in my fifth grade class that loves to write poems. i love to write it. i love words, my two favorite words are ubiquitous, meaning everywhere, and enveloped, meaning wrapped in. or if their talking about a person, it means they only care about themselves |
Drowned in love,
unknowingly...
Im dying of worry,
i dont understand...
Do not grieve,
my little one...
Swinging in,
swinging out...