she haunts me
it seems everywere i go her face seems to show in my walks in my talks even in private places i go.i see her,her lips to kiss her body to embrace her heart shape bottom i cant escape it seems everywhere i go she haunts me so
she haunts me
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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