you smell like lemon in the morning, with a splash of earl grey tea. you sound like the most beautiful river running down it's path, loving the rocks so brutaly they could not understand or love you with the same intensity. you feel like a cherry blossom, admiring your journey to the stunning shade of green the grass has on the coldest day of burning summer. you look like art work, like a master piece. you are like that to me, complete stranger or should i say the truth? that you utterly are me.
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