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precious feelings
I fallen with your view,
My breath thinking you without moving my time,
Won't the breeze blowing over me rub you?
Your eyes that make illusions,
Touching my language,
A little ... a little ... I'm lost.
You stole me in a single word,
Enough of this minute pleasure,
Butterfly in my palm,
I searched for you in my poem,
I dissolve in my senses.
kikiadri💙💜
© kikiadri
My breath thinking you without moving my time,
Won't the breeze blowing over me rub you?
Your eyes that make illusions,
Touching my language,
A little ... a little ... I'm lost.
You stole me in a single word,
Enough of this minute pleasure,
Butterfly in my palm,
I searched for you in my poem,
I dissolve in my senses.
kikiadri💙💜
© kikiadri
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