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Here iam once more another letter another story  when eyes are not blind there is alot to see when we actually listen there is alot to be heard 
we crave love in our own way sometimes it looks so desperate 
we make so many mistakes and yet and yet we still crave such feeling  constantly hearing the same words over and over does it make a difference if it s someone new
sitting down observing the masses so many fakes such a difficult task to find someone pure in heart and spirit such a rarerity  when one is found 
craving  the touch craving those lips such physical attraction has become the normal who cares about the heart as long they are gorgeous 
such a rare thing now a days to write letters saying truth about how we live our so eager lives  where values go out the window for money  for status
such poetry is denied for who can accept such truth that love is a signed contract pawns of someone manipulating  or by someone who enjoys being the victim 
who cares about love if there are teenagers who give it up for free  such a thrill all for what to say someone enjoyed the night  
the beauty of our planet no longer inspires the moon has no more dedications and yet poets keep fading away  all the emotion all the feelings gone from poetry  
a rare breed are the ones who write the truth a rare breed indeed .....