Most of all I remember you. Those first shy eyes. That awkward beat, with friends. I was so new, raw. An expierienced innocent. Why is it your face, your smiles I recall. There have been others, and yet none with the sweet simplicty of our bond. So girlish, womanly, young, beautiful, and foolish.
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A truly breathtaking piece...with refinement an excellent stand-alone chapter in your autobiography.
all turned on and romantic feeling all at once
You sure do have a way with words, my friend ~
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Thank you for sharing.
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~R
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Thank you.
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