A sea of freckles washes over her nose and the wake they leave is angel kisses.
Her angelic lips, like porcelain, look so smooth and perfectly parts like she’s waiting for a strawberry or other perfect porcelain lips to kiss.
Her skin is smooth like silk that you wish your cheek was pressed against.
and her eyes are a mystery, hidden out of shot.
She could be anyone.
She could be me.
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