About Having Bad Breath
About Having Bad Breath
When depression was in its deep depth,
Your beauty would take away my breath;
When near sea,
Shell shall be,
And always do like loving her to death.
Jim Horn
My poem for Shelby.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2019
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