Roses are red, violets are blue
Don't listen to what my lips are saying
When my heart is screaming
"I love you"
A.M
Saturday, August 3, 2013
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"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art."
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