And I Swear Her Lips Were Summer Saccharose

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I run into ethereal flowers

Of her

Like dulcet daisies

And jocund jasmines

She has patience of saints

And

Sounds of empathy

Resonating within

Like wisps

Of heaven

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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