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What a thing it is to claim a smile. To grant command to ranks of muscles ever-ready, but rarely used, to produce such radiance that means I must turn away lest I be blinded. Regardless of all other commitments I lay claim to that smile of yours if only unofficially if only just for now.
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Heart-Lightness
What a thing it is to claim a smile. To grant command to ranks of muscles ever-ready, but rarely used, to produce such radiance that means I must turn away lest I be blinded. Regardless of all other commitments I lay claim to that smile of yours if only unofficially if only just for now.
stella-cleere
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
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