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Adoration

Is it a coincidence that I lost track of time?
The moment you walk in, I get lost in your eyes
Those brown balls shine brightly
I’m not surprised my heart flatters when you walk by
Those pearly whites form a smile
I guess cupid shoots its arrow right on time
You are my muse for tonight.

©️2021 Anita Johnson

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I am a weird kid who likes to write the weird type with a little spice adore nature with the eye spend time reading whatever I like.

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