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May 2016
I wanted to hold her hand,
They were smooth,
And a little cream bland,
Her nails were pink,
Purple and all the colors,
One could think,
Her hand was like a flower,
Colorful and wavy,
I longed to take her hand in mine,
And just spend the time,
And when I greet her,
I kiss her hand,
Like an English gentleman!
Phantom Poet
Written by
Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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   Rapunzoll and R Arora
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