Another Somebodies Love Poem - Poem by mark king
Let us go hand and hand through the city streets and pass the midnight hour.
To love her is fate with desires unyielding holding tighter and tighter.
Breaking through her jaded mask beneath the stunning beauty lays depression and sorrow.
As we step into a shadow I pull her close and kiss her in case she disappairs.
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