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She's not just a girl. No, one cannot simply call her a girl. She's a storm, a storm with skin, bound by passion and dreams. She's a temptation, her body a fire, My senses a helpless moth. She's a maestro, her laugh being the sweetest symphony of all. She's a lioness, the way she perseveres, fights, and defends. She's a diamond, brilliant and rare, to be cherished and protected. She's a mile, but only if beauty was an inch.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
She's
She's not just a girl. No, one cannot simply call her a girl. She's a storm, a storm with skin, bound by passion and dreams. She's a temptation, her body a fire, My senses a helpless moth. She's a maestro, her laugh being the sweetest symphony of all. She's a lioness, the way she perseveres, fights, and defends. She's a diamond, brilliant and rare, to be cherished and protected. She's a mile, but only if beauty was an inch.
Because it's her favorite.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
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