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The Art Of . . .
She tastes love lips
But he was no angel
In a world filled with mayhem
She seeks he who is stable
Foundations that maintain
Love that withstands
Friendship is of the essence
Loyalty that is infinite
Wondering souls unite
Ties begin to merge
Bonds bound to the will of spirits
True intimacy is experience
He tastes loves lips
But she wasn’t...
Thursday 27th December 2018 3:54 am
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