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BÁ MI SỌ̀RỌ̀ BABY
if I write you a love poem, will you
trace the lines with your fingers,
feel the whispers between words,
let the rhythm seep into your soul,
like rain soaking into thirsty earth?
...
trace the lines with your fingers,
feel the whispers between words,
let the rhythm seep into your soul,
like rain soaking into thirsty earth?
...
