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A Memory

Golden hair waterfalls down his chest,

He traces the locks with his fingers, 

Humming a soft tune.

The vibration radiates against her mind,

She holds onto each note,

As if recording his voice to listen to at another time. 

This is serenity, she thought. 

And he was thinking it too.

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via weheartit

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I am happier than I thought I could ever be

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:: atmosphere ::

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so pretty. i wanna go to a place like this atleast once

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-Karyltherese

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