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You drew up a long breath,
Breath that's filled with butterflies,
And even prolonged sweets,
Your eyes held mischief,
But what I stared at were those lips,
Those sugar lips that molded fairly,
A smile, a frown, it looked perfect,
Added with your sweet words,
Along with your cherry red tint.
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"Those lips that are pretty yet something inside hides malice..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
