Hold on for a little long
For In my head there is a song
Dying to be freed from the clutches of these lips
Waiting for me to strum with finger tips
I need safe space
To rest my case
and then full throttle
will make your hearts race
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I would like to translate this poem
Dying to be freed from the clutches of these lips Waiting for me to strum with finger tips. very nice expressions my dear poetess. thank you.