how quickly jealous
i become
of the wind
when it,
and not i,
gets the privilege
of properly
musing
your hair.
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Author:
ottxr18 (
Offline) - Published: April 9th, 2018 13:37
- Category: Love
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how quickly jealous
i become
of the wind
when it,
and not i,
gets the privilege
of properly
musing
your hair.
Offline)
Comments1
Ahh love, enjoy that flower before it wilts and dies, breathe in the aroma and smell the sweet sweet smell. Nice little poem too. 🙂
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