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Sin
Did a sin,
A sin I can't erase-
Oh the sin I'll gladly preserve.
the sin of craving your taste,
Your presence, your very existence.

Sin made only for me,
A Sin with ocean eyes, rose lips
And a smile written for poems.

Oh darlin', my own lil sin
The sin that feels like art.
The one i wanna hide away from the world..
Yet show you off like the view
I'm falling for...deeper every time.

You're like the language I'm not fluent in,
The language made for the death of me..
One i would gladly die learning.

Oh my sin,
This hell of mine is someone stealing that heart,
While i die bleeding mine into words.

And my love,
This roman empire of mine
Sits under the stars..
While you stare at the moon
And i..gaze at mine.
This is how I proposed her
Ivan
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Ivan  19/M/India
(19/M/India)   
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