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Euphoria oh how i love thee, as i take a grasp of you, I know I roll the dice, but when I deny your pleasure, I become a different man
Be it the long road or the shortcut, you're what I'm aiming at, oh euphoria wont you be mine?
Will you be in the harvest, or in grasp of the devil's hand?
How long can I go hold off my pain before it takes my life?
Oh euphoria, you come at such cost, but perhaps in death you'll be forever mine
I hope its gramatically correct if not please help me correct it
Her
Her
She outshines even the morning star & puts the stars & moon to shame
Her voice enchants you, just like the ****** of yore would describe a mermaid's voice
Her, the one who would make any man melt
The one who has eyes as deep as the ocean, yet they reflect only beauty and let you see a mind that makes her althemore perfect, although nobody is, she is the closest being to that word's meaning
My first public poem

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