olivia-conlon - Hello Poetry

olivia-conlon

Pretty little lady with your swollen eyes, / would you show them to me? / I know I'm not that perfect, / but you stay a while, baby then you will see. / / Miles away I could still feel you lay / your head down on my embrace. / My embrace, far away. / ~OM&M

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