she was wild. from her olive skin to her curly hair blowing in the wind. she was who everyone talked about day and night. although, to everyone who got a taste of her were condemned to the deepest parts of hell. she appeared beautiful, youthful, and ripe, but it was forbidden to pick her off the tree.
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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.
