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Jun 2017
look at it and weep
i say, setting the bait and
you rise to the occasion

french pours out of your tongue
the way english does from mine
and it melts together into keats

we enter the realm of quick fingers
and one minute to think of a clever reply

and you call me la belle dame sans merci
leaving me wondering
if you do think i'm beautiful
Written by
nianko  27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon
(27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon)   
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   rose and a z u r e d r e a m
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