Thighs
- February 18, 2018
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Thighs
(Soul Poet)
When weight of life
Bruises & Colds my heart
I ran to you
Like a troubled chick runs
To mother hen.
On your thighs,
I found warmth and panacea.
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Thighs of a damsel heals more than a pill and alcohol
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