She was a poem
Written in a language
No one else spoke
Looking for a love
Who was willing to learn
Poem
"I have nothing to offer but my own confusion." ~ Jack Kerouac
"I have nothing to offer but my own confusion." ~ Jack Kerouac
She was a poem
Written in a language
No one else spoke
Looking for a love
Who was willing to learn
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