it's the wind in her soul.
the fire in her eyes.
the valleys on her body.
the stars in her mind.
the comets in her touch.
the flower in her smile.
the silk in her hair.
the excitement in her kisses.
the tenderness of her skin.
it was all of that that freed me from my prison.
it was all of her that made me who i am.
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Multiverse
Poetry{multiverse (n.) ˈmʌltɪvəːs' a hypothetical space or realm consisting of a number of universes, of which our own universe is only one.} "he let her use him like a rag doll, left over after being toyed." Poems just for fun, no frequent updates. {trig...
