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When the corner of her lips reach for her ears Her aura radiates unto my soul with bliss And with each word that exits her lips, She caresses my spine with chills. With every word she spoke with fire in her eyes, she sure could sing.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
The Girl That Descended From a Dream
When the corner of her lips reach for her ears Her aura radiates unto my soul with bliss And with each word that exits her lips, She caresses my spine with chills. With every word she spoke with fire in her eyes, she sure could sing.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
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