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Your lips – Gateway to your heart – So thin, so pink, so tender, Like rose petals; Wet are they not with dew But with nectar, The eternal and the sweetest amrita.
You treat me as a flower From the side of the road With its own pure beauty You can’t let go You hold me in your arms Staring Wondering What I’ve been through Staring Wondering
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