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I have come again, your highness, Yes, I have come. Falling at your feet at your feet like a discarded gown whose beauty has found no place in a maiden's eyes. Here, with this aging desire, I pledge my commitment to you-- even as these colored moon befriends my innocence, Let me dance with your feet before these stars become jealous and the wind begin to cry; let me hold hands with your thoughts and walk you through my secrets as though you can't see the light. Oh, I wish I was the beauty in your mind that will give notice of my presence, and how I have longed for your godly hands to rest on my brown skull

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Date: 2/20/2016 7:17:00 AM
Victor, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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