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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Dua
Dua You know my needs, wants, and desires way better than I could possibly articulate. Yet, I feel like being expressive on this platform, for the sake of the audience. Please remove the veil between she and I, as I am more than “finally ready” for her; I’m in desperate need. My right side is cold these days. The warrior spirit in me isn’t enough anymore. Spring and summer has come and gone, and my autumn has arrived, with bone scraping breezes. Please make her excessively clingy, in a way that would have driven the immature version of me completely mad. I need that now. I need her face—a lot. I need her to block my path, arresting me, until she gets her kiss, that energy exchange on two sets of lips. I need her to text me multiple times per day, just to get on my nerves—to make me feel like she has me on her mind. I need her to understand that my size and strength exist to protect a very vulnerable nerd, conditioned early on by an environment of scorn. That way she’ll understand why this big arm pulls her in tight every time an ambulance rolls by at night. You know I need contact. Please make her okay with that. It’s even better if she demands it, making me beg for a break. May our weekends at home feature gliding palms, and shiny skin from cocoa and Shea, glowing under flickering candles. Can she be a lover of books—knowledge—rhetoric—history? I would love lively exchanges on subjects of our history. I know I am asking a lot, for a man with no bag, overspilling with gold shilling. Allah, I wouldn’t dare try to cross her up, if that’s on her list. Allah if I have value please reveal it to her, and assign us “to be”.
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