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It is the resonance of your heartbeat
In my whispering voice
The poem is a stream of
Your temptation falling on my lips
To enter you
And to heal the broken mirror of your heart
To realize that I am thou . . .
Love,
Shervin
In my whispering voice
The poem is a stream of
Your temptation falling on my lips
To enter you
And to heal the broken mirror of your heart
To realize that I am thou . . .
Love,
Shervin
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