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At first sight, you were more than
just pleasing to my eyes. Even the
ground on which you walked appeared
to be mesmerized by your graceful
steps. Every repetition was an early
glimpse of heaven in high heels.
We enjoyed the luxury of squandering
the days of an aging summer, engulfed
in a paradoxical maze of sunsets
accompanied by a tender symphony.
As skin brushed against skin and
breathless nights paved the way
for jaded mornings,
I was drained yet pleased while pleasure
resonated and doubt left. You and I
both brandished our hearts on decorated
sleeves. We were drawn to
each other, you were a light and I
was a moth, lost in the abyss of a
silent introspective existence.
just pleasing to my eyes. Even the
ground on which you walked appeared
to be mesmerized by your graceful
steps. Every repetition was an early
glimpse of heaven in high heels.
We enjoyed the luxury of squandering
the days of an aging summer, engulfed
in a paradoxical maze of sunsets
accompanied by a tender symphony.
As skin brushed against skin and
breathless nights paved the way
for jaded mornings,
I was drained yet pleased while pleasure
resonated and doubt left. You and I
both brandished our hearts on decorated
sleeves. We were drawn to
each other, you were a light and I
was a moth, lost in the abyss of a
silent introspective existence.
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