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... 3.0 an unspoken question, speaking through eyes       glance at her feather lips,               her night sky eyes.       she reflects the dance.       see yourself fall into the depths of her starry eyes       watch yourself endlessly floating               hopelessly lost in her swirling galaxy eyes,               each shimmer, each star,               a wish, a possibility. 2.0 your head tilts left, lips upward               she is the axis of the world.       she nods down to meet you               a slight smile on her lips,               warm, welcoming,               a ray of spring sunlight in May.        hands entangled in her hair,               trailing black velvet in a breeze               caressed by soft strands of silk. 1.0 breathe in her scent.       breathe in the sweetest scents of               molten, rich brown sugar               smooth, Christmas vanilla icing               ripe strawberries in the summertime 0.5 holding that single breath,               like a silent orchestra before a symphony               anticipating the conductor’s baton               when it takes flight and 0.0 lands. ...
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
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... 3.0 an unspoken question, speaking through eyes       glance at her feather lips,               her night sky eyes.       she reflects the dance.       see yourself fall into the depths of her starry eyes       watch yourself endlessly floating               hopelessly lost in her swirling galaxy eyes,               each shimmer, each star,               a wish, a possibility. 2.0 your head tilts left, lips upward               she is the axis of the world.       she nods down to meet you               a slight smile on her lips,               warm, welcoming,               a ray of spring sunlight in May.        hands entangled in her hair,               trailing black velvet in a breeze               caressed by soft strands of silk. 1.0 breathe in her scent.       breathe in the sweetest scents of               molten, rich brown sugar               smooth, Christmas vanilla icing               ripe strawberries in the summertime 0.5 holding that single breath,               like a silent orchestra before a symphony               anticipating the conductor’s baton               when it takes flight and 0.0 lands. ...
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
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