Keepsake
- Nigel Paolo Grageda
- Feb 4, 2018
- 1 min read
It was still a frenzied embrace,
a heirloom that I touched your face;
never had craved the syrup of thy lake
for only a kiss of yours deserves my keepsake.
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It was still a frenzied embrace,
a heirloom that I touched your face;
never had craved the syrup of thy lake
for only a kiss of yours deserves my keepsake.
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