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Sep 2018
She came from heaven
Just to laugh with me
To a rhythm of
My beating heart
With lips so warm
They burnt through
Every fiber of my soul
She held my hand and
Walked with me but
Never at my side
Yet I never saw a single fault
Until I saw her in a different light
I closed my eyes and dreamt her face
So lovely
The words could not describe
I tried to pull her closer
To whisper that I lo...
She stopped me short by
Placing finger on my lips
Leaned in and whispered...
β€œSilly boy, love is just a game
we play with feelings of another”.
Timur Shamatov
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Timur Shamatov  M/Oregon
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