As Long As She Was Sitting Beside Me Comments

How does it matter even if there was no shoe on my feet; incongruous nails portrayed a ghoulish and miserable picture of mine?
How does it matter even if there wasn't a penny in my pocket; the last shelf of my wallet was inundated with nothing else; but pure sand?
As long as she was sitting beside me; the mesmerizing
ensemble of hair tickled my starved lips and cheeks.
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