Where all the words
Are the same … and
Nothing comes out but:
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
?
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 
A perfect poem.
Thanks. That’s flattering coming from such a wonderful poetry-crafter.
You’re welcome.
This just made me smile very suddenly!
I love it I love it
I love it I love it
I love it I love it
!!!
(hey, my five spaces in between each of the two “I love it”s didn’t work. 🤨😄)
I know I’m having trouble formatting things the way I want recently. This is why it all got centered lol. But your comment is perfect 🙂
I think we ALLLL have lol
Yes, haha You’re probably right!
I’ve written numerous poems like that. I feel embarrassed looking back. My poems would say:”Oh your eyes like garnets/ your breasts like milky pearls/ hold me in your bosom/I love you/ I love you/I love you.” 😂
I wouldn’t feel too embarrassed. I think we all start here. 🙂
True
Hahaha! I have lost the count. 🙂
Haha. Same. 🙂