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Adore me
Can I be the poem, and not the poet's hand
For once, let beauty weave me, a living strand.
Let syllables shape my soul, and rhythm be my heart
A melody that echoes, a work of art.
Let my beauty...
For once, let beauty weave me, a living strand.
Let syllables shape my soul, and rhythm be my heart
A melody that echoes, a work of art.
Let my beauty...
