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Juliana Oct 2019
I run my fingers through his hair.
He will never leave my side.
I love to give him treats.
Who, girl, your man?
No, my dog.
Inspired and In the Style of "he visits my town once a year" by amir khusrow.
Juliana Oct 2019
He rises in the sun.
He is French and Italian.
He fills me with delight.
Who, girl, your man?
No, bread.
Inspired and In the Style of "he visits my town once a year" by amir khusrow.

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