Category : Poems

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Deep are her eyes
Pure is her soul
She is not one for lies
And it has taken it's toll
Soft are her lips
Sweetest of all tastes
There is no lies in her kiss
And not one goes to waste
Sexy falls short
Of what she can be
She floats like a butterfly 
And stings like a bee
I would sell my soul 
To buy it back
Just to sell it again
And that is a fact
If it was to make her smile
And say I love you
And all the while
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