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Gazing at a brilliant set of ivory white
I was struck by the astonishing gaps
A space where we both unite
In your mouth and soul perhaps.

The scary thought of losing you has went too far,
Our naked truth now seem like a joke badly cracked.
Yet I looked around and all I saw was you,
With a beautiful face and a dashing tooth.

Safana Feb 7
Sarama! Sarama Sarama
Her name was not Clara.
She appeared to be Flora.
When she was like Cholera.

Sarama, she is a dilemma.
She put love in near comma.
Because love suffers trauma.
And she dispose, love gramma.

Sarama! Sarama Sarama
Your eyes have glaucoma,
Your words are on diastema.
And your heart has a neuroma,

Her name and appearance were lovely, but her heart was hideously ugly.

— The End —