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lost in stoke of my pen...
I sketch his smile, his eyes so kind, Capturing moments, frozen in time.
His laughter echoes, sweet and divine, In every stroke, a piece of my heart, So I continue to draw, write, and create, For love's true essence, I can't debate.
An artist in love, a bittersweet fate, Finding solace in passion, never too late.
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His laughter echoes, sweet and divine, In every stroke, a piece of my heart, So I continue to draw, write, and create, For love's true essence, I can't debate.
An artist in love, a bittersweet fate, Finding solace in passion, never too late.
© All Rights Reserved
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