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Jun 2020
i never meant my horrid thoughts,

to stain your outer thighs.

you took the stars,

you took your eyes.

no less, alike the heaven's sky.

so heavy, is that cloudy lie.

simple, still await an angel sigh.
Written by
charles  29/M
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