a hiding place for tears,
love the incense
she scents in my soul,
the intoxicating embraces
bring rapture’s entrancing years.
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Her heart is my sanctuary,
a hiding place for tears, love the incense she scents in my soul, the intoxicating embraces bring rapture’s entrancing years. Author notes25 words A contest entry
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