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look at his hands dexterity runs in his veins like blood he cuts ice like an executioner and he is real I will not romanticize him no more than he deserves I find no beauty in some parts of him but that of course is natural so much of him though is lovely and fierce in equal measures the color of his eyes warm and deep most times but sometimes his eyes are strength I would be afraid if I didn’t know that he likes marshmallows in his hot chocolate and he can’t go to animal shelters without crying and and I know what he looks like in the morning and at night sleep-mussed drooling ridiculous as all get out ring on his left hand
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
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look at his hands dexterity runs in his veins like blood he cuts ice like an executioner and he is real I will not romanticize him no more than he deserves I find no beauty in some parts of him but that of course is natural so much of him though is lovely and fierce in equal measures the color of his eyes warm and deep most times but sometimes his eyes are strength I would be afraid if I didn’t know that he likes marshmallows in his hot chocolate and he can’t go to animal shelters without crying and and I know what he looks like in the morning and at night sleep-mussed drooling ridiculous as all get out ring on his left hand
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M/Aspen, Colorado
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
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