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Him


The breeze blowing through my hair,

The sun creeping on my skin,

Nothing could compare,

He touches my chin.

I grin,

Today is going to be perfect,

He picks me up luckily I’m thin,

I love how we just connect,

He’s amazing in every aspect,

Wow I’m truly lucky,

He believes not in imperfect,

But knowing me I’m finicky,

However I mean no disrespect.

 

He’s everything I could ask for,

I don’t want anything more.

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