-twenty three-

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but the way your hair falls
elegantly upon your face,
and then the swish of your
hair when you flip it off.

how could i not adore you?

and when it rains,
the droplets resting upon
your eyelashes,
they brought out the
alluring shade of brown in
your laughing eyes.

your height,
oh i love how tall you are,
you're like a towering tree
that gently sways in the
summer day wind, with
birds resting upon your
branches.

and when the sun shines,
it illuminates your hair,
how i'd love to brush it for
you.
the sun highlighting its
every strand.

how can one be as pretty
as him?

-a.l

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