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Oct 2013
I don't think you would understand what I would mean if I told you.

I don't mean that you are hot, or I like your makeup, or even an admiration for those amazing things you were born with like your eyes, your lips, your cheek bones.

No I mean that you are something else entirely.

When I say you are beautiful, I mean that if there ever were such a thing as an angel, it would look like you.
Matthew Nichols
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Matthew Nichols  Ozark, Arkansas
(Ozark, Arkansas)   
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