His arms was like my fortress,
His lips dipped in the sweetest of
berries,
Colored black in his round pupils
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Stormy Thoughts
PoetryPoems; I can't help but to think about. Even on my best days, my thoughts never go away.
-him-
His arms was like my fortress,
His lips dipped in the sweetest of
berries,
Colored black in his round pupils
