Brushing her hair out of her face.
The delicate movements
It makes my heart ache.
They're overlooked by others,
The little things she does.
But it's all I take in.
I think I'm in love.
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Brushing her hair out of her face.
The delicate movements
It makes my heart ache.
They're overlooked by others,
The little things she does.
But it's all I take in.
I think I'm in love.
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