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Apr 2017
You're on holy ground, heaven is your home
Away from my reach, way high up above
My forbidden fruit, with feathers like dove
How glorious you look under the moonlight
Hear my only call, even by a slight
Cry of thy mortal, the desperate she
Please forgive thy sins, for I have desires
To be looked upon by something holy
And to be caressed, but I'm too lowly
We're too different, even if we tried
Now this has to end, a thing of the past
Goodbye my Adonis, forever lost
Ysobelle Valdevieso
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Ysobelle Valdevieso  17/F/Philippines
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