Let the Fauves be my witnesses

Stumpy Love Poem

This poem for anyone that gyrates, and want to give to your gyration ^-^

My charming
Where mimesis begins to show her gaudiness
Where wrinkles also sing
In this hated love, I adore your precision

Let the Fauves be my witnesses
That my love only folds inwards
Never I caressed my pranks
To be a gauntlet of yours

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