Beauty
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I imagine you,
I feel you,
and I wish you could enter me.
When I see myself smiling
while having a look at my image,
and both of me the real and the virtual
wink their right eye simultaneously.
Then I say, "I am beautiful! "
And here you fail,
your lips move like that of mine,
you say something,
but I could never listen to you!
Flying kisses to your lips
that remain silent.
Bu şiiri puanla
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