funshomary234
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October First I wore innocence as a brocade Wee moments of the morning it was Weaved my world with tender petals In come the rustling, then the whistling in my ears Being friends, was our pact Succumbed to your tours A little touch, a knot less tickle ... – *by Olayemi Mary*	5 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

I wore innocence as a brocade
Wee moments of the morning it was
Weaved my world with tender petals
In come the rustling, then the whistling in my ears
Being friends, was our pact
Succumbed to your tours
A little touch, a knot less tickle
...

– by Olayemi Mary

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