So often I speak about your lips,
And your dimpled places,
So often I run out of words,
And my pen is left choking.
So often I walk through, 78 more words
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My perfectly placed cuticles,
Till my fingernails shed.
The stem of my lungs,
Till they blackened like tar. 169 more words
I Am Not Complaining
Because who doesn’t love chocolate on this special day 😄
3 weeks, 2 days
What truly defines your beauty?
Is it the lines in your curves,
That make a case for womanhood,
Or the strides in your step,
That command two and a hundred, … 175 more words
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