Starglow
Honey in the sun Eyes of amber earth, lush Gold mahogany and soft mud Chestnut locks I wish to touch Warm fingers I crave to hold The heat seeps into my cold ones This longing is getting old The kind I've sought for in last loves Would you be my starglow I don't want to let you go
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