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gentle breeze past a curtain,

much in cognition, certain,

my, my, those that are brown,

lock warm with mine cold,

a clear sight of your crown,

blush, a beauty before so bold,

crinkled nose; taunts timidity in me.

wobbly woozy smile.

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A/N: Hey guys thanks for reading my work! :)

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