Maybe if the hills of your cheeks grew roses and the wind of you lips whispered of your dreams the city in your eyes would sparkle brightly with the stars you can't see in daylight.
December 2, 2017
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PoetryRiddles aren't fun if they are burnt out too soon. Enjoy the game. I know I will too.
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Maybe if the hills of your cheeks grew roses and the wind of you lips whispered of your dreams the city in your eyes would sparkle brightly with the stars you can't see in daylight.
December 2, 2017