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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá

The Lover

Updated: Jan 13, 2020

She breathes the sunsets through the eyes of night

And put the seeds of discontent on naughty sheets.

Alluring them with wine whispers into a deceiving flight,

Nourished by burning kisses and caressing body fleets.

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