Poem 1

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I
They see you a tough
But I must say it's bluff
That your very cold staff
It's just a big laugh

II
Your stare is like a stream
It seemed cold like an ice cream
The figures of you is very supreme
And I am floating to be your dream

III
Your shirt is Grey
I just want to be your prey
Even that you only want to play
But my heart can't resist but to obey

IV
I realized that I get over
So I don't need to be in  sober
That's the best I can offer
Co'z I'm done with the words I utter

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 21, 2018 ⏰

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