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Her face; like the moon, a golden summer hue But I prefer her dressed in blues Like ocean waves; or Stevie Ray π΅π’Άπ’·π“Ž, 𝐼’𝓂 π‘œπ“ƒ π“‚π“Ž π“Œπ’Άπ“Ž Her body; like a plume, of feathered emeralds Elegant, and gentle Like cursive script; or a wind-swept kiss π΅π’Άπ’·π“Ž, π’Ύπ“‰β€™π“ˆ π‘œπ“ƒπ“π“Ž π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝐼 π“‚π’Ύπ“ˆπ“ˆ Her soul; like a treasure trove, of good intentions And one too many exceptions Like one more last dance; or shotgun romance π΅π’Άπ’·π“Ž, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒβ€™π“‰ π’Ήπ‘’π“ˆπ‘’π“‡π“‹π‘’ 𝒢 π“ˆπ‘’π’Έπ‘œπ“ƒπ’Ή 𝒸𝒽𝒢𝓃𝒸𝑒
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 12:06 AM UTC
Dressed In Blues
Her face; like the moon, a golden summer hue But I prefer her dressed in blues Like ocean waves; or Stevie Ray π΅π’Άπ’·π“Ž, 𝐼’𝓂 π‘œπ“ƒ π“‚π“Ž π“Œπ’Άπ“Ž Her body; like a plume, of feathered emeralds Elegant, and gentle Like cursive script; or a wind-swept kiss π΅π’Άπ’·π“Ž, π’Ύπ“‰β€™π“ˆ π‘œπ“ƒπ“π“Ž π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝐼 π“‚π’Ύπ“ˆπ“ˆ Her soul; like a treasure trove, of good intentions And one too many exceptions Like one more last dance; or shotgun romance π΅π’Άπ’·π“Ž, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒβ€™π“‰ π’Ήπ‘’π“ˆπ‘’π“‡π“‹π‘’ 𝒢 π“ˆπ‘’π’Έπ‘œπ“ƒπ’Ή 𝒸𝒽𝒢𝓃𝒸𝑒
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Lightzout99
28/M/NYC
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 12:06 AM UTC
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