Mine.
Illuminating circles of luminescent light caress the edges of your enticing form
The hues intensify in your eyes as colours contrast within your visionaries
Wrinkles form on the edges of your affectionaries, you are divine.
Scars run deeper than the darkest of deserted dreams
But you are mine.
Sunday 30th April 2017 1:11 pm
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