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Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like **** water, ontop of her head is a big messy bun, on her body is a flowing skirt and a crop top. Her lips are full and her eyes are wide and shes lovely to me. Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like cigarettes, once I let her go the smell lingers on my sweater and I love it because it reminds me of her. She had dark circles under her eyes, pine needles in her hair and shes lovely to me. Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like roses, wide eyes and beautiful, quiet yet well spoken. She is a girl of many identities and shes lovely to me.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
She's lovely to me
Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like **** water, ontop of her head is a big messy bun, on her body is a flowing skirt and a crop top. Her lips are full and her eyes are wide and shes lovely to me. Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like cigarettes, once I let her go the smell lingers on my sweater and I love it because it reminds me of her. She had dark circles under her eyes, pine needles in her hair and shes lovely to me. Sometimes I hug her in the morning and she smells like roses, wide eyes and beautiful, quiet yet well spoken. She is a girl of many identities and shes lovely to me.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
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