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May 2017
She's a vanilla kind of person.
There's simplicity and lightness in the way her lips curve
and her cheeks blush.

Sweetness can be felt with every touch of her fingertips.
And whenever the wind blows through her hair,
Sun rays peek as if passing through forest of juniper trees.

Every step she takes are like melodies
from harp strings played by an angel.
Sha
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Sha  F/Somewhere only I know
(F/Somewhere only I know)   
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