You cup my face
With your hands
Like my face
Is the most precious item
In your universe
And you feather kiss my lips
As though you are treasuring
A sacred
Newly found
Star
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Poems of Mine
PoetryJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
