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Poetry: Her love

by Nafeesah The Unusual

Is her love just like mine?

The way we inter wine drinking wine

And I kiss to the swerve of your spine

Is her love like mine?

Cause when I say good-bye

You can't help but to try

And I come back to give you my sweet-potato pie

Is her love just like mine?

Even our conversation is like the sea

But we end up to be

Fish swimming in my water bed

With my fingers dripping down your bald head

And I sit back smirk and sigh

Cause you can't lie

Her love is nothing like mine.

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