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Love, trust, and a little pixie dust XD Jk Um... Random poetry...Nothing special. |
| Love Wind... Love tickles the wind on our cheeks like a summer breeze, Making them red like candied apples, Sweet scented and colorful, Love grows with time, and so does longing, My love for you grows ever more, Like the ripening of fruits, Wait for it and the better it will be. - My Grandmother’s Successor |