mark anthony st. rose
Telise - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
She sat next to me bathed in soft chocolate of skin,
and I looked into her eyes saw my reflection in
star-like gazes and a bottomless soul,
Telise, the one my heart wishes ever to hold.
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