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Mar 2020
Your words are like the coming up
of fresh air,
and I'm dying to breathe,
possess all of me
I'm gasping please.

Beauty and a beast,
burnt yet handsomely,
priceless piece,
you're a smile
mending broken heart.

Lowly and pure,
holy and sure
Too fragile to behold
Perfect yet true,

comely calmly fulfilling
are thy words
full of strength & happiness
sweet and mild.

Like flowers fading away
with the night light
only to return brightly dawning,

I cannot stop drooling
your aroma is devine
I'm happy you're mine,

A vow fulfilling
You're the very air I breathe.

My Ayo.
Z³AMØNÌSSAHAMASẞAÊLÒRÓ
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Z³AMØNÌSSAHAMASẞAÊLÒRÓ  30/M/The Scroll of Pure Truth.
(30/M/The Scroll of Pure Truth.)   
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