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Jan 2019
Ive
Ive

Ive is love.

Her smile is most precious when you see it for yourself

Ive is life.

I love the way my eyes immediately find her in a room full of people

Ive

Every time I catch a glimpse of the angel with the beautiful hair, my heart rate accelerates.

Every time I win the lottery and get rewarded with the chance to smell the pure, indescribable fragrance of her blessed hair or her perfect body, every cell in my body yearns for more.

Ive

I love the way, without practice, my mind automatically puts me in a good mood..making me smile when I think of her.

Ive is life.

Her eyes are the most lovely when you pay attention and listen to the song they sing.

Ive is love.

Ive
2/15/2018
Aléa Boodoo
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Aléa Boodoo  17/F
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