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Apr 2015
Her
Her eyes-chocolate I could melt in,
sparkling for me.
Her smile-the perfect curve upward,
touching freckled cheeks.
Her hair- sweeping, spiraling down,
cascading onto bare shoulders.
Her laugh-chiming notes,
echoing through quiet night to reach my ears.
Her love-arms embracing me,
soft touches filled with promise.
Her-a beauty so rare,
my breath catches in my throat when I see
her.
April 7th, 2015
Shyanna W
Written by
Shyanna W  Canada
(Canada)   
977
   RC, Frank Russell, ---, Brittle Bird and SPT
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