Hugs over cuffs

Beauty on the list

Down the aile up the roar

Whats left is whats right

Hugging aint a must

Before I take off the mask

Im beaming like dusk

But I cant afford a smile

Im inprisoned in the guesses

That its you am eager to compress

And fella will you be my guest

I guess its a yes

Published by vibey tones

lover of poetry

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