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I am not crazy for her smile or that small elusive little dimple Its her careless laughter that drives me crazy and my intentions for her are as simple. I don't know why they look for perfection in her when i love all her imperfections or when she is being a total mess. Her long pointed colored nails catch attention of everyone but i love it when she bites them in nervousness. I find her cute and they call her hot perhaps i love her for everything she is not. I ain't a morning person, but i get up early just to see her partially opened eyes and her messy hair. I find myself redeemed by her presence and the way she calms my world just by being there.
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
She Is A Mess
I am not crazy for her smile or that small elusive little dimple Its her careless laughter that drives me crazy and my intentions for her are as simple. I don't know why they look for perfection in her when i love all her imperfections or when she is being a total mess. Her long pointed colored nails catch attention of everyone but i love it when she bites them in nervousness. I find her cute and they call her hot perhaps i love her for everything she is not. I ain't a morning person, but i get up early just to see her partially opened eyes and her messy hair. I find myself redeemed by her presence and the way she calms my world just by being there.
This is for most careless girl i have ever met
03nickhil_
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
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