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Roses are red violets are blue ah just kidding that's not how I start off a poem for you, you hair is like silk, your lips like no other, your eyes they give off a sensation of wonder, a true work of art, you are the kaleidoscope piece to my heart, for your love is shiny, colorful, and always brand new, I'm your sweet loving pet but you're just as loyal and true.
Sunday 23rd April 2017 12:24 pm
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