A Poetry mess teetering on the strange and fascinating.
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Wednesday, 29 October 2014
Fire
I like the way his eyes meet mine. I like the way he flirts silently. The rhythmic dance he dances, Make my passions rise. Ev'ry tIme he looks at me, I see fire in his deep brown eyes.
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