Some people are like wounded butterflies.Because every time they try to reach the wide baby blue sky.They crash towards the earth and deepen their sore wounds.But if someone comes along and treats their wounds.They maybe able to reach the sky with their steady wings.
Forget me not and I will for get you not too. I will never forget my air,my sun,my light ,my night,my day, my world,my heart.Beacuse you are everything to me cutie.
In the dead of the hight lurks a hunter of men.She stalks about in the night hunting and making strangers lust after her body wrapped up in her night gown.They burn for her and she burns for the red gold that flows in their vains and sticks to her exotic figure.This glossy mouthed dark haired mink is both doom and desire to her little prey.Oh how many men have fallen for this creature's lusty look.All I know is how bad they all wanted her before they took their very last breath.
Beauty is like a sunset because if you get a chance to see it will take your breath away and you will never forget the way it feels.
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