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Fairytale
Away, I dream of last thoughts and feelings
That he introduced to me
Not even my first love had a clear understanding
Past experiences lift my senses
Trying to leave it to an old palate
He is foreign
My heart is open an awaiting
To let me love and be accepting
Blood is chilled
As he
Brings roses to my cheeks
Only fearing the past
Seeing it return in related situ...
Tuesday 20th March 2018 8:44 pm
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