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Smiles: A Poem from Legacy: After Porridge
Smiles If my smiles are painted on, As you say they are, Then wet paint would colour your lips when you kissed me. I will admit, though, That my skin sparkles and shines When your lips touch mine, Like the aura of a fresh coat. - An excerpt from Legacy: After Porridge The sequel to... Continue Reading →
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