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you is beautiful in this recording of you saying poem

don't know how to say it so i say it how i say it

do they have Christmas in the UK?

now i am just writing more as a cover up for me being scared to make a compliment

i am not a poet, I am the poem

we all come in weird shapes

last night some kid dreamt he was a spider

dressed as one and stayed like that for weeks

i have a huge poster here that keeps falling

he wants to break free

doesn't know how some people can stay in no contact

now things get personal, like a train going around in circles

there's no meaning, its just e-motions

we are all looking in the same mirror

seeing things different than they are

roses are red, violets are blue

i'm trying to write something cool about you