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Mar 2015
She's perfect.
Small and comfortable,
Like a cushion
You just have to hug.

Her eyes light when she smiles,
Brown eyes that **** in my very spirit.
I promise myself to make her smile,
Her eyes remind me of leaves in the autumn wind.

Her laughter could put the sun, in all of it's brilliance, to shame.
Her body is beautiful,
Enough to make the ocean weep.

When I am around her,
No other girls even compare,
I am with who I am happy with.
Happy where I am.

I'm not in love,
I just like her a lot.
Well, that's what she thinks
One night, when the stars are bright,
I'll tell her my true thoughts
And hope that they are returned.
Adam Miles Christopher Bell
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Adam Miles Christopher Bell  20/M/Sunderland
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