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Killer's Instinct
When the eyes do the wine effect,
When the lips turn aroma on…
When the halo transmits magnetism
My mind thinks a hundred times,
How she would be in real?
I mostly happen to see her image,
And there she is defying every age.
Miracle born, miraculous charm
She stirs me from beneath…
And I simply wonder who she is!
Novel attraction or a cute tease,
Emotions...
Wednesday 6th November 2019 10:55 am
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