So fierce is the passion to realease that burns within me
Raging fire winding for a heart,
Unstoppably desire to minister a thousand moan on a living.
Which consume my whole Shaker to a stand
What if i wrote poems of you with my hand,
will the story begin?
what if I made you scream with my art on your rest,
and ended my hib of words on your bossom,
Will our story start off again?
The power is here in me to render,
But the memories will be there for you to remember
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Romance
PoetryWhat if i wrote poems of you with my hand, will the story begin? what if I made you scream with my art on your rest, and ended my hib of words on your bossom,
