by PoeticAlize

her name is tattoed
on what is hers
permenatly placed there
so there would be no doubt
her name rolls of my tongue
in the heat of passion
in the whisphers of emotions
in a voice of innoncence
her name causes me to smile
cuz she's mine
cuz im heres
cuz we are we
her name is the tangent
of the abstract that i hold dear
her name is...

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