Apr 2019
My dear,
your laugh's
a telegraph.
It cheers
me in hours
like this,
when bliss
has power
to redeem.
Your smile's
a beam
over sugared miles,
a sweet key -
it makes me free.
your laugh's
a telegraph.
It cheers
me in hours
like this,
when bliss
has power
to redeem.
Your smile's
a beam
over sugared miles,
a sweet key -
it makes me free.
(45/M/DC)
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