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Aimee Lamoreaux Nov 2017
I see color when I am with you.
Life is no longer black and white but shades of blue that turn to burning reds and golden yellows as we watch the day come to an end.

How I love the way you make my cheeks glow pink when you caress them with your hands, and the brown hue that your hair gives off in the sunlight when I run my fingers through it.

I love the way your brown eyes shine when they star back at me cause truly, there’s no place I’d rather be than with you enclosed in your turquoise walls.
Aimee Lamoreaux Nov 2017
I was pouring my heart out to you but I could tell by your eyes that you cared more about the way my lips looked than the words my soul spoke.

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