Burch This is a poem about loss so why do you toss your dark hair, unaccountably glowing? Now I am truly lost! Burch Once when her kisses were fire incarnate and left in their imprint bright lipstick, and flame, when her breath rose and fell over smoldering dunes, leaving me listlessly sighing her name
Who doesn't like being romanced every now and again?
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