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Blank pages, first it was Miss Her that began the first words. "Mister Him at the corner of that dusty pavement.                      Autumn balmy hues mingled with coffee's bitterness. One kiss on a forehead, an inward gasp." Then, Mister Him began to dot the dots on her (i)'s, punctuating it with little smiles, crinkled eyes and sometimes, though he will     n e v e r admit, a slight crimson painted on cheeks. So, sweet heart, that is a love story. My words become yours.     Yours became mine. Oh, it does seems like our heart-beats rhyme.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
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Blank pages, first it was Miss Her that began the first words. "Mister Him at the corner of that dusty pavement.                      Autumn balmy hues mingled with coffee's bitterness. One kiss on a forehead, an inward gasp." Then, Mister Him began to dot the dots on her (i)'s, punctuating it with little smiles, crinkled eyes and sometimes, though he will     n e v e r admit, a slight crimson painted on cheeks. So, sweet heart, that is a love story. My words become yours.     Yours became mine. Oh, it does seems like our heart-beats rhyme.
Hello there, lovely! Eeek. I am rather excited to share this little nonsensical writing with you, you and you. Have a wonderful week everyone! Yes, let's make this one count. x This song: Stay- Hurts is. Goodness. Check it out but prepare your heart. I warned you. wink
#love#her#him#miss#mister
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
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