Lace
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CATEGORY
romance
He said he loves looking at my hourglass figure
But he would rather get lost in my sands of time
His face is the dream of Angels
You will find heaven behind it
His mind match my fly
He is the product painting of every poem
I have every breathed behind a mic
His soul a compilation of all the broken ones unspoken
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Lace
The Love Poem (Rough Draft)He said he loves looking at my hourglass figure But he would rather get lost in my sands of time His face is the dream of Angels You will find heaven behind it His mind match my fly He is the product painting of every poem I have every breathed behind a mic His soul a compilation of all the broken ones unspoken  |
