There You Were...
Rumpled, ruffled, folded haphazardly like the velvet of your skirt. Soft, early morning soft, like the edges of your eyes still bleary, or the dew of early morning only warm and dry. You are special to me.
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Rumpled, ruffled, folded haphazardly like the velvet of your skirt. Soft, early morning soft, like the edges of your eyes still bleary, or the dew of early morning only warm and dry. You are special to me.