I drape my fingertips
With ink and paint
That has been
Fashioned from
My feelings
For you
And you,
You become the canvas
I paint on.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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Literature Is My Porn 
Whatever you write- whether a long, magniloquent poem or a short, simple poem- it’ll turn out to be amazing. 😍😍😍
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Thank you so much, love. ❤
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This is beautiful. Lovely poem my friend. You never lose your touch.
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Thank you so much. 😀
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Waaow.
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Thank you, Shreya. 🙂
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You are superb rupzi !! I loose track of words as to describe how amazing and beautiful as a person and writer you are !!! Muahhhh keep rocking 🙂
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Thanks, baby. :*
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A very lovely poem. Keep up the good work.
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Thank you. 🙂
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🙂
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Extremely beautiful. He’s the canvas.
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Thank you, Mandi. 🙂
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The passion in your words make it a mad mad read:)
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Thank you so much, Vishal. 😀
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Yet another beautiful poem.
WOW.
Especially loved the last lines – You become the canvas/ I paint on.
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Thank you so much, Karthik. 😀
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Bemisaal Rupali ji.
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Bemisaal means? 😛 I’m guessing its a compliment so I’ll say thank you. xD
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Of Course Thank U Rupali ji.
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Absolutely lovely !
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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I love your analogy ! Beautiful poem 🙂
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Invigorating poem,well-described!
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Thank you so much! 😀
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Mention not.☺
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🙂
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