No Lemon - Poem by Donnie Wolff
Your eyes as the loss of ill timed fate.
Your voice as the soft sensual heartbreak.
Your tears as the time of have never been.
Your smile as the thought I think to see again.
Your hands as untouched as your soul appears to be.
I think your beautiful and amazing...
could I have a large ice tea.
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