03/28/20

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Eyes met on our first

I didn't mean to show myself

Your embrace made my heart burst

Stolen skin, you're such a thief

Closely to a wheel

Ourselves may be spinning still

Expect rough times, indeed

Kisses on me, my soul is being fed

Our month has come,

Wish conveyed to the wind

My love, forgive me

For I have honestly sinned

Eyes only seek for thee

-03/28/20

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