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- Sonnet 1 at allpoetry
As words lay upon the page / I think of your sweet eyes. / I seem to just observe the stage / And think of lasting ties. / / For you I would slay this soul of mine / Or give myself to hell. / If you committed g - All I Can Ask at allpoetry
I inhale your scent, like a sweet spice from the desert.
It reminds me of something, a picture of a trader’s stand, a cobra charmer sittin
