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Like Her
I wish I was more like her.
The way she searches the stars makes the fireworks seem cursed.
I felt it since the first time I laid eyes I was immersed.
Her beauty was a habit and her love was like a purge.
She cured me from my sadness and all the sins I’d stir.
Trust me it was rebirth, the light inside her soul had given me a burn and then there were her curves.
I never felt a...
Saturday 1st February 2025 5:20 am
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