Axl Rose

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Erin's: 

I wake up, i hear Axl humming quietly something along the lines of "She's got eyes of the bluest skies/As if they thought of rain/I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain/Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place/Where as a child I'd hide/And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by."

  i look at him confused "Ax, are you alright babe?" he turns around, i can tell he's tired he smiles at me warmly. "I'm sorry, i had a song idea." i smile "its okay" and i lay my head down back on the pillow.  Axl leans over  moves my hair out of the way and kisses me. "goodnight, babe." i smirk "Night, Axl."

God 

love 

him

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