I can't really guess
What a girl?
And her smile
And her style
She'll protect me like a child
My perfect pair
My perfect girl
My primus inter paris
What a human breed?
Her silky voice
In which i rejoice
Her flashy-sunny-icy skin
Like that of a snake in the sun
Her smooth brighter skin
Like it has been scanned
I love you too bad.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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