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Oct 20
Her eyes blinked with butterflies
Deep within…
They were
Fluttering.
Giving her this longing.
She was falling
Higher and higher.
Aching
was the passion
to hold you
In her arms.
To be taken away and
let the butterflies fly.


Shell ✨🐚
Falling in love is a special thing.
It’s pure in its innocence.
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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