Poets
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Tender would be the touch If you were to let me in, Tender would be my fingers Feel them upon your satin skin, Tender would be the words whispered Softly within your ear, Tender would be the peak we reach If we were both near, Feel my tender breath on you And the love that…
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There are those who cut off their nose Simply to spite their face, They are also prepared to isolate, Themselves from everyone they love For reasons that are not enough But based on what they think is principle But those principles mean nothing at all, When you spurn those who simply care And of your…