when you asked me what my favorite word was, i said auburn by Ashley Mo
because auburn was the color of my first dog who sniffed my fingers and licked the...
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because auburn was the color of my first dog who sniffed my fingers and licked the...
Read MorePosted by admin | May 5, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
The barely perceptible movement of eyelashes stairs climbed two by two the prime number in your...
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Blue is the way your irises bloomed, Even though they were closer to purple. If I could...
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I love you and I always will thanks for all the good times your smile and kindness meant so much...
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A passenger in the row behind calls me a bitch for reclining my chair on our...
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