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Poetry Is A LadyPoetry is a lady She weaves you into trappings of warm sweet honey Prodding, creeping, Tempting... Rousing you to surrender at will She's a fire, she's a blanket Restless in her serenity Her words are hips of waves She takes you up, Scratches on your heart A handful, she's purely hard to manage But an angel longing For a place in your heart. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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