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Delightful

Delightful
 
Who are you
&
What did you do to my soul?
It's as if you sucked it away with a silly straw.

Not that I mind when you gaze at me
in such an endearing way,
making my lips part in a smile that lasts for days.

 It's utterly delightful to feel this inspired,
 knowing you are here come hell or high water.

Joy4no1


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