Aiden Klimov
Joined October 2020
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The Golden Rose
I stood outside watching her. She was standing over the tree, using her left arm to lean closer over the edge of the large arm she was standing on. Her brown curly hair, sundress with beautiful flowers and the small tattoo of an anchor on the back of her calf.
By Aiden Klimov3 years ago in Poets