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She whose lips, tastes like the finest wine..
I hope when the dawn broke, you were perfectly fine,
And even now, as the hour approaches nine...
For now I know, these words..
These words were due since last July..
But with this belated text, I'm sure you'd find,
My long overdue, and quaint goodbye...
Since that night, that night when you went away,
But your fragrance, your scent, they linger..
And though I wish they'd go, they stay,
And they remind me, every single day...
Perhaps I dropped my guard,
And I let the butterflies outside the nest..
But dearest beloved,
Still they remind me, that amidst all...
I still loved you nonetheless..
And wherever you are, dearest beloved,
I hope when the dawn broke, you were perfectly fine,
And even now, when you're no longer mine...
#IfWordsWereNudes
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