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But the thought did cross my mind.
Oh? But it's just fashion though, not a statement.
Don't. Love. You handle me with a gentle touch,And I was made to endure with grace.But, this body of crumbling clay is fragile,and my spirit's light flickers at your touch.I break.
A promise to break
And one day we will meet again and laugh till we cry about thefriendship we lost and the people we wanted to be but neverbecame.
Meander through this life with me.
Some encounters your soul needs a cleanse from.
We meet on the street corner and chat.
I can’t believe that.
You are welcome.
Victorious, yes that is my next move.
So, Sanji from One Piece can do it.
Ever so softly.
It’s the first thing people notice.
Fro and not Mo.
And the full lips makes me stand out.
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering -Ernest Hemingway
And with dimples.
No not that Knuckles.
Call me wise elder.
Bluebeard was the odd one out.
These arms did not pump themselves.
I noticed you.
I call it endowed with plenty.
Go read Noviolet Bulawayo.
Brothers and sisters, brethren.
Those hips tho.
What is this hairstyle called again?
I don’t know.