![]() White TulipsA Poem by DorianYou cleared enough that I don't have a place in your warm bed. I can't kiss your skin when just begun to ignite. You won't run your hands through my hair. But if I had a chance one last time; I'd bring you white tulips every time, I'd put a caramel shot in your coffee, I'd kiss your lips twice... But you saw me holding that girl's hand.
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