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Jul 2019
There are lips to die for

There are lips to fall in love with

There are lips that I long to hear whisper my name

Your lips seem to mesmerize me

Your lips;

they are as sweet as the sweetest honey bee
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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