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f r e e d o m
wanderlust.
[on a dirt path leading towards a daisy meadow]
name us butterflies, for
we are soaring high
in our love.
call us a daisy bud, for
our love isn't complete,
it shall still be blooming.
call us
young,
bright,
alive.
This love is bee-utiful...hahahah...not funny. Sorry for this cheesy, cliche chapter lol. I'm working on the next chapter of Silhouette.
