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The Quiver Of Fond Lips
I never used to look at people's faces
My body language was out of kilter
Then I met you and saw the world
Through a life-changing filter
The thing about you that gets me
Is the quiver of merciful lips
On a mouth adorning the face
That leaves my heart in bits
The quiver of fond lips cant be beaten
It makes my soul leap and rhyme
Should yours ever stop quive...
Thursday 9th July 2020 12:32 pm
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