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Apr 2016
Your hair fell down to your waist
Long and golden, my eyes had so much trouble digesting that much beauty beholden
You walked into that golden field and I drank in your features
I swear your soul could walk through the night and ward off several deadly creatures
The golden field shined just like your amazing mind
Someone on your level is just so hard to find
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
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