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One Happy Poem
Love is a flower blooming in a winters grip,
Something I have known not of but now is what I fall into
Whenever I look up at the gold haired woman of ice green eyes;
Who prowls the edges of my skull with dreams
That I once thought I would never accomplish
But now see them so fully there waiting for me.
Something I have known not of but now is what I fall into
Whenever I look up at the gold haired woman of ice green eyes;
Who prowls the edges of my skull with dreams
That I once thought I would never accomplish
But now see them so fully there waiting for me.
Published 9th Apr 2012
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