His lips are cherry
I'm losing my mind.
No more myself , but a spineless slave.
I'm living in dreams, reality has gone
his tender voice is still in my head.
May be it's a miracle, a gift from Above
I have suffered enough to hold him in my arms.
I will die calmly , not grumbling
one day.
I could feel that Man to the deepest of my heart.
His lips are cherry
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