Freckled nose and auburn curls Gee, Cherry sure rocked his world She wasn't the type of girl to wear ribbons and pearls No high heeled shoes
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There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
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In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
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In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
Amidst the chaos and the strife, She was lost in this unknown world, With no direction, no purpose in life, Her heart ached, her soul unfurled.
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Early morning I have nobody I have a sense of tingling in my body I cannot hide it It puts me in a mood I wanted to sue me
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I don’t want you to suck on my toes So just stop if you ever think I want to put my toes in your mouth One thing is for certain
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Picture him in all his glory perfect. Just... perfect. your type. Oh, but so much more than that. The one you swoon over.
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the teapot is loud like a train coming down tracks both are welcomed sounds . . . [12/17/23] . . .
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