Memory

Flickers through my mind the memory of how your eyes wrinkle at the edges, and how you are always your flamboyant self, never somebody to not show all the whites of your teeth, and let the bird in you rest a while, because you are soaring skies and scaling heights, you are dancing with madness, and pacing in smiles, measuring life in places and bonds,
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I want to frame it all, because just not me but this world shall know the bashful beauty you are, the happy soul you are. ❤

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