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From Your Lips Pour Honey
Musical talents your angel is wise
for the heavens with taste lent you
graceful thoughts never to hide
now playing them all.
Lips that he holds maybe another are
blessed with a finger to
trace them magic
flows.
No my poems arnt magic my words
will never loose you such as when
I hearinto you now.
Yet you do me great wrong thinking your
beauty of song sends no sliver of
light through my soul.
poem
by
Is It Poetry
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