Paper
When I hold you
my hands won't let go,
of your white print dress
Its navy stripes;
running across your body.
You are the perfect model,
my eyes stare right at you,
I don't want to forget
one word I write on you.
By: Vanessa Ramos aka. vanesitapoet
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