A devine plaster fills my lungs when I feel need to breathe beside you. Your touch has always been from which are distant lands, and so much more well worth the long journeys. My love of music dwindles when compared to your voice and laughter. I can't explain your beauty for you convert precious Dali sunsets into nothing more than sawdust in my eyes. You're wonderfully peculiar like a warm summer day in January. Like a pink moon flying in and out from the clouds, your name and presence continue to echo and shine through distortions of the daily routine.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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