NEW poem title | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Usta w miłosnym tańcu
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Izabela Cyrwus
Through the Looking Glass
lips in their dance of love
follow the tongue
a delightful chat without words
I greedily keep sipping
every single line...
lips in their dance of love
follow the tongue
a delightful chat without words
I greedily keep sipping
every single line...
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