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beauty

my hearts in a show room,
your eyes an auction,
in which my heart was sold,
and now im yours,

your sweet aroma,
seeps into my pores,
and i feel you,
crawling within me,

cant you see i need this,
i need you,
here with me forever,
but here with me you're never.




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