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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá
    • Dec 2, 2022
    • 1 min read

Lovin'

Love dwells in the midnight garden,

In the alluring flavour of a deceiving wine,

In a bed without begging pardon

Or in the heart of an undomesticated shrine.

In the humbleness of a flower,

In the innuendo of a song,

In the flavour of an hour,

Above the guilty of being wrong.

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