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WHEN I'M THERE
I tend to get so wrapped up in her hair
I am afraid of wolves but love her Grace
Her gaze is only on me when I’m there
There is upon this earth no better face
I am afraid of wolves but love her Grace
Her gaze is only on me when I’m there
There is upon this earth no better face
Published 21st Jan 2022
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Some part of a sonnet, maybe even an act of a play
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