his blood tastes of cherries on my lips
i possess his soul with my arms
i carry his heart; its heaviness engulfs my palms
i love him with every inch of me
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
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his blood tastes of cherries on my lips
i possess his soul with my arms
i carry his heart; its heaviness engulfs my palms
i love him with every inch of me