She's the bread to his Nutella.
She's the juice in his glass.
She's a flower in his garden.
But most of all,
She's only His.
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-Ira
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Poetry❝ Don't be scared to write in ink. Bleed your thoughts, Let it carelessly infuse Between the spaces of blank paper. ❞ - I n k e d S o u l An assortment of short poems. Highest rank :- #01 in Poetry Cover by :- LovemeLovemenotAG ● ● ● Please do n...
