All wrapped up in your finger is where
I belong.
All the rules,
I obey.
Dance...
Dance...
Dance...
Is what you make me.
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Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
