the letters of my language
dipped in your lipstick
how a spirit is lost
in woodlands of your hair
a soul can not abandon
the temple of its birth
How many pilgrims
are lost for your skin?
the letters of my language
dipped in your lipstick
how a spirit is lost
in woodlands of your hair
a soul can not abandon
the temple of its birth
How many pilgrims
are lost for your skin?
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Those last lines… Very nice
Thank you dearly