A crooked nose atop a pale olive complexion.
Tall, reaching to the stars with every last limb
She will touch the sky.
Brown eyes that blend in and see all,
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You're so exquisite writing on love of books rather than love of boys.
:) this is sooooooooooooo you Amity! ! :) amzingly simple, yet VERY poetic :)))))
This one is special, a good kind.