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My first love was a dream
He had sleek, clean hair and beautiful skin
His birthday was in summer and I thought his smile was the sun
He was the thoughtful prince I heard of
He was the knight clad in studded armour
He was the playful artist with soulful eyes
We played tag and he chased me
As I hiked up my skirts he grew
I let go of the boy when he began to become a man
I will never forget the sweetness
I will never let go of the dream
Our romance was a castle made of clouds
It was beautiful but it dissipated
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Blargha blarg
I like to create things. I love to talk. I think that writing is a great way to relieve stress. Thank you for reading.
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