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May 2014
No picture can depict.
Nor, words so adequate.
                    To  Describe;
                     Your Beauty,
                      It's Grace.

No element so pure.
Nor, valleys off shore.
                   To Describe;
                     Your *****,
                      It's taste.

No thing I cherish
Now, place or perish.
                  To Describe;
                   Your Touch,
                    It's Vibe.

No thing, like when we collide.
Nor, release and *** inside.
                   To Describe;
                    Your Body,
                     It's inside.
Styles
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