Colored Aroma

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You tinge my world
With colors of brilliance

Through a scent of aroma
You uproot my soul

Though close in proximity
I hesitate to kiss you with my tongue

Allured to you
Pity to my foe the bee

Disclose my love to you in a devour
Look forward to seeing you soon at café Javas

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