she was cotton candy.
Zephyr twisted an amber lock in his fingers, she didn't seem to mind. Walking as Galadriel at twenty-eight frames per second; Summer was a cloud when wearing her white sundress
Her fingers knew how to hold a baton, conducting a lento waltz that moved just a little slower than society's toxic lullaby.
My heart was caught.
I wanted a kiss, but she just wanted to know what color her tongue was.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
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