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Posted by Hazel Dream
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2:02 PM
I could see a glimpse of me and my foolish optimism.
Lonely and complaining.
Cheers to our masculine aloofness which remains with us all our existence.
Waiting for a Pink spring.Her rainbow dreams. Yellow arms. Crimson sinful lips. Eyes deep like pool of heshbon, words like nectar. Red breath to melt my own soul
Let her vanity mold me to my desired destiny