i was never good at art
but she was
she was the art for me.
only me. i won't let anyone think
otherwise
her skin was soft and pure
the same way
the white lily could look.
her hair was brown and wavy
and her favorite color -
red.
gold jewelry was just for for her
no one ever look better with it than her itself.
she loved skirts
she loved fashion
she was never afraid to look feminine -
it drives me till this day
how it couldn't
if she's my baby girl...
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a girl. her
Short StoryFirst try letting my feelings out. May it be the first pancake ever - not the one that you've been hoping, but maybe better than the worst. I hope every reader will feel more or less, see themselves more or less in these words and sentences. I hope...
