Hi Richard!

Just 'cause of you
and 'cause of the bright red soap
on the rim of the bathtub
she's looking and looking for something in me
which smell of raspberries
in this poem.

I did not grudge her the same,
I don't want her to get stuck on something,
just want her  to remain mine!
Impure rhymes 
are purer than meticulous lines.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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