Expresso


She is like the recital
of that poem which stays,
something that doesn’t need
to rhyme, still wins my heart in ways.
(π‘·π’π’†π’Ž – 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐, π‘³π’Šπ’π’†π’” πŸ’-πŸ•, π‘¨π’‚π’…π’Šπ’•π’šπ’‚ π‘©π’‚π’‹π’‘π’‚π’Š)
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