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In late January, you walked into my life and for the briefest second I felt like a flower blooming. Each petal folding backwards, falling softly to expose me warming from the inside out. The first thing you said to me was to name a Morpho in flight, with the name I would choose for him. That was when I felt my ice melting and know yours did too, in your easy smile and black curls.   I was smitten from the moment that we met, and I pray tonight that today will not be the last.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Naming Butterflies
In late January, you walked into my life and for the briefest second I felt like a flower blooming. Each petal folding backwards, falling softly to expose me warming from the inside out. The first thing you said to me was to name a Morpho in flight, with the name I would choose for him. That was when I felt my ice melting and know yours did too, in your easy smile and black curls.   I was smitten from the moment that we met, and I pray tonight that today will not be the last.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
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