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Anonymous
Slowly gliding my prose
Over her wet, ravenous soul
Until she opened wide her walls
And let me thrust deep
Inside her beautiful mind.
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Anonymous
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Dont know if it is poetry or something else π€
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Anonymous
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Itβs something else baked with the taste of poem
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Anonymous
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I also felt that it is something else in the shape of poetry
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Anonymous
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Yes! It is. You can remember your lover
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Anonymous
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Well i dont have lover actually now but i know how it feels