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POEM 231: SABRINA (V)
you're,
a sunshine in winter
a moonlight in dark nights
a rainbow in grey skies
a medley in sour times
a symphony of good times

you're
everything void of less
a mesh of beautiful mess
a tale of flawlessness
an oasis of sweetness
a candlestick of illuminance

you're
you, me, in a jar of us
you, me, a canvas of colours
you, me, splashed against a wall
you, me, a scintillating reflection

Sabrina
everything better than best
the east that meets my west
the satisfaction of my quest
I've found home in your breasts
I may now lay my quill to rest

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#Pengician
#SSA

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