through panes of your soul i looked the sun. the light infiltrated in my body. your brown hair, your olive skin shone in the shadow. your lips attracted me, i wanted kiss you. and your eyes, your beautifuls eyes, burned me alive
you was so handsome that even your appearance was a mirage
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words are liars
Short Storyyou was a smooth talker and a lovely liar | mai deux mille vingt |
