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Mar 23
I saw your eyes
Crumbling, you touched my heart
Glowing aura of yours.

I hear your sounds
Lumbering, you took my lips
Flaming tongue of yours.

The sun rose while I was descending ****.
That person.
Written by
Uriele  Italy
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