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May 2019
Gentle eyes speak in sober fondness
And clutches the key to my affection

The stories those lips could tell
Are poetic without motion or voice

The love you deserve is harbored here
In six weeks, we will be lost in euphoria
Written by
Nathaniel  22/M/US
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