As we watch the birch logs burn, little kicks inside her, excitement strikes! Imagine I hadn't have been there, no looks from the bandstand, smiles in the park. Fire light and little kicks, emblems of hope in the dark. Aspirations rise with the smoke, the heir to my words until his eminence bespoke.
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Very strong and sweet! >3
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Thankyou for reading anf your lovely comment😊
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Gorgeous
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