she must be a dream

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as gentle as a sigh.
she looked like staying up all night just to watch the sunrise.
she sounded like the last strum on a guitar in an empty room.
she smelled like fresh linen: clean and homely.
she was warm like sitting out on the side of pool and letting the sun seep into your skin.
she felt like a knitted blanket under your fingertips.

Thoughts From a Sad SaphhicOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora