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Smile

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Supach

Published: Nov 14, 2016

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A twinkling in your eyes,
a pearly white gleam as your lips part
dimpling flushed rosy cheeks,
your face radiating a most joyful moment.
My heart sings with love
as I behold your beautiful smile.

15.11.2016
SK

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vanndra

Jan 4, 2017

Beautiful writing Suzanne

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