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Hair like the golden wheat fields of Elysium. Crystal blue eyes that grow fiercely in the morning's first light. She's gentle, tender, and full of giggles. A sweet frozen treat on a summer afternoon. The smell of the first grass cuttings in the spring. Bright, bubbly, and full of laughter. I have no doubt shadows exist beneath those short aureus locks. What demons does she hide behind those walls of ice that make up her eyes? I want to hold her closely, protecting that child-like innocence with my life. I will stand steadfast, stalwart, ready to serve at any moment some shade attempts to cast a shadow on her glow. Beneath sheets of polished steel and platinum armaments, I guard her side. Despite my efforts to hold her near To hold in the rays of light that radiate off of her She escapes my charge She is a dandelion floating in the wind. Her seeds falling, leaving little joy wherever she wanders. That beauty is not mine to protect, or contain. Just mine to behold; for however briefly she allows me.
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Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
Dandelion Traveler
Hair like the golden wheat fields of Elysium. Crystal blue eyes that grow fiercely in the morning's first light. She's gentle, tender, and full of giggles. A sweet frozen treat on a summer afternoon. The smell of the first grass cuttings in the spring. Bright, bubbly, and full of laughter. I have no doubt shadows exist beneath those short aureus locks. What demons does she hide behind those walls of ice that make up her eyes? I want to hold her closely, protecting that child-like innocence with my life. I will stand steadfast, stalwart, ready to serve at any moment some shade attempts to cast a shadow on her glow. Beneath sheets of polished steel and platinum armaments, I guard her side. Despite my efforts to hold her near To hold in the rays of light that radiate off of her She escapes my charge She is a dandelion floating in the wind. Her seeds falling, leaving little joy wherever she wanders. That beauty is not mine to protect, or contain. Just mine to behold; for however briefly she allows me.
CaffeineBoy
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Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
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