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The way she moves with her voice and her hair, It's almost like she knows I'm there, Her voice so dreamy with eyes that match deep, And her skin so soft like downy on sheet: I think I almost like her there, When she moves with her silent hair, It to me sounds like sheep, Counting away the days we'll meet:
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
The way she moves
The way she moves with her voice and her hair, It's almost like she knows I'm there, Her voice so dreamy with eyes that match deep, And her skin so soft like downy on sheet: I think I almost like her there, When she moves with her silent hair, It to me sounds like sheep, Counting away the days we'll meet:
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22/M/Toronto, Ontario
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
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