Spring Begins
To You Only
If
My
Heart
Was
Purple
Instead
Of
Red
This
Fucsia
Desire
Of
You
Will
Stay
On
Fire
No
Matter
How
Pink
Or
Blue
My
Lips
Would
Be
They
Just
Long
For
Your
Kiss.
poem by Erika Conti
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