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If love was wax then a million candles lighting up my soul
Night falls and am yawning for the spray of her image
Am a wizard with my pen as the wand
My nights are a whispered poetry
Even when night seems llike a decade
Am armed with rightous dreams of her
In my mind she sailing on a flower ship
Her scent steals my thoughts
And I cant keep watch of word bank
Thats why poetry streams in me like a winding river
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©sqizo
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