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Lips polished by the red design,
Dove eyes talk about the beauty fine,
Intricate thoughts about you in totality,
You look like an old wine…
Taking my mind to the cloud nine.
Thy lips express the cheer,
How pretty you look! I swear.
Mannequin or the celestial nymph?
To every eye you must be dear,
Precious you, simply take care.
Your eyes are the emblem of rom...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 4:06 pm
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