Mine

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As my face threatens to rain
I claim my delight
At hand a substantial seal
to our long held affection I hold.

Endured for 9 months
Eyes wide like my own
pink lips & a continuous ancestral nose.

In a hallway,
Right at first sight I fell for you
I knew you would be mine
Fully now, you're.

@juliuscseguya 

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