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Her

That cute face, that gorgeous smile, the thoughts of how your lips taste, all things that race through my mind at a fast pace, I swear you must be tired, making those laps, and running miles, cause you’re in my thoughts, and making me smile, I don’t know how I made this find, you’re a treasure of the best kind, leaving happy thoughts on my mind, I just wanna get lost in those eyes, feel your skin touch mine, that magical moment that never gets old, even after hundreds of times.

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