"Heart shaped hair curls, chubby cheeks burning in a red and pink whirl, plasping scented stickers on her nails, thinking of poems to tell her girl
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Not a care in the world for her, just that young, serene love and the smell of the early rain and that was enough for her to feel alive for awhile"
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misty eyes, silent cries || poetry ;
Poetryoriginal poetry i've written for the past few months, that seem relevant.