He always surrounded by billion seas of people.
Nevertheless, he'd rather be sleeping by the arms of a goddess, like you.
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PoetryTop 800/Long-Listed on The Wattys'18 " If one day, you lose the ability to see my face or, to scent the origin smell of my perfume. I hope for anykind of reasons, you never lose your sense of wonder towards me. For I'm more than your five senses cou...
