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My kiss to your scars
When your arms with pain,
lean over my neck,
thirst of love that's deep,
engraved in a boat of fantasy.
When your arms spread over my waist,
love that's an instinct,
twists over and over,
to make me feel your guts.
Your arms that are heavy,
to make me thrive over life,
with happy little things,
that your scars are for me to kiss.
© Swaroopa Naik
lean over my neck,
thirst of love that's deep,
engraved in a boat of fantasy.
When your arms spread over my waist,
love that's an instinct,
twists over and over,
to make me feel your guts.
Your arms that are heavy,
to make me thrive over life,
with happy little things,
that your scars are for me to kiss.
© Swaroopa Naik
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