“She was gentle like a spring breeze. Kissed my chin, and I felt it beneath my skin, in the depths of my soul, in the hollow valleys of my mind, she dwells there. I painted her with words and put her up for display inside the museum of my heart…”
“She was gentle like a spring breeze. Kissed my chin, and I felt it beneath my skin, in the depths of my soul, in the hollow valleys of my mind, she dwells there. I painted her with words and put her up for display inside the museum of my heart…”
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