Shre.A.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Mann
My caress is a cure
My hug is a home
My eyes can embrace
My smile is a shore.
Beguile me, treasure me
I'm precious as a morn.
Else, I turn from you
And make you bleed
Without a wound
I'm simply your girl
Nothing less, nothing more.
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