If I were your camera
- nicola
- Oct 5, 2018
- 1 min read
In the morning I open my eyes, Just to see my inamorata lying beside. Shall I compare thine own beauty to the autumn's day, or to the picture of Dorian Gray? Your eyes, your lip, your scent in all lascivious grace, kill me with spites and heighten my pace. If I were your camera, you'd be my euphoria.
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