Reflection. Render all that is attractive into a gentle dream. I am amongst the softest swirl of golden curls. Warm hair bounces and numerous calls redeem an answered reflection, and then the likeness fails. The image dries, without a trickle of possibility, A new source has risen and awaits... Sign in to see full entry.
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