there is something about the way her hair flows in the summer breeze and the twinkling lights within a sea of dark, and the complete uncertainty of suspense and the adrenaline rushing through my veins that tells my brain something that is very solemnly seen: he is happy.
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Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
