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GRAY

Poetry

I smoke for my soul to be kissed. I smoke for mist in your eyes. How you lay apon my skin after exhaling you is magical. The last time you held me was many moons ago. I confessed... You whispered nothing. - GRAY

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GRAY

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by NosiphoGrayMalinga

by NosiphoGrayMalinga

Gray is the name, I'm a poet and I'll move you with painted words.