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This.
The sand is rough between our toes
The salty water splashes at our ankles
He looks at me and smiles
My stomach has butterflies
We walk.
We talk.
The sky is an array of colours
As the golden sun sets in the distance
He pulls me close.
His lips touch mine.
This. This. Is Perfection.
The salty water splashes at our ankles
He looks at me and smiles
My stomach has butterflies
We walk.
We talk.
The sky is an array of colours
As the golden sun sets in the distance
He pulls me close.
His lips touch mine.
This. This. Is Perfection.
Published 28th Sep 2015
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