I wish I was a jewel upon your crown
Storing your dreams and tasting your sweat
Buried in your locks, on my knees, way down
Feels so safe to be your vignette
I’m almost sure
You’ll paint over my edges
Feeding me my cure
Reflected in your lenses
Crappy poem
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