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May 2018
The taste of honey is on her lips
The fragrance of myrrh is on her skin
Soft, brown, delicate to touch
Adorned as an angel and a goddess
Her subliminal voice is like a muse's
This I know and believe
My five senses would not betray me
Written by
Choderlos  19/M/Lost in poetry
(19/M/Lost in poetry)   
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