What Is Love?A Poem by ETERNITY It's not what you think.
His mustache, white and running
along the sides of his mouth Those lips, coveted by this girl from the heartland, the south <3 I know he doesn't love me, alone. He has so many admirers I can only hope To gnaw the bare bone
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ETERNITYanywhere, NCAboutMy real name is Eternity Rochelle Hart. As an artist, I am open to anything. Practically. more..Writing
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