

your thoughts.what you first thought about me: she was beautiful and sweet and innocent, like the newborn fawn in spring. she had no laugh; just the sounds of the most harmonious music playing every time she opened her rosy lips. eyes composed of hues of blues and a grace that was right just like rhymes on paper. when her eyes whispered she loved me, i knew they didn't lie. i wanted to sit under the moon and give her a hastily picked flower out of the neighbor's garden just to see the stars light up beneath her cheeks. her kisses were blind and passionate. i would stare into her closed eyes and stroke the skin that held the wildest of fire. when sheyour thoughts.
You made a DA!
wheeee
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