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Nov 2020
Tim
Thy lips like golden pages of a sacred book are shining.
Thou art resplendent in gold;
I am shy in waves of pink.
Soften my sweet sap, soften my love for thee and let it be planted like a seed in the grounds.
With thy light may thou water my heart.
For thee I die, for thee I die.
Written by
goddessofdivinity  23/London
(23/London)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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