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love 'tuuuulip'
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my past loves The petals so soft,
as silk, they lay on your exposed body,
beckoning with her beauty,
tuuuulips, hides the delicacy with a softness of her own that no mundane words may explain.
One touch may dent such a precious petal, as it would your skin if ever a rough hand was to lie upon the tender milk whiteness of your breast.
So the untouched petal that fell from the flower lays undiscouraged while you lay sleeping.
tuuuulip, almost afraid that if one breathed too deeply she may be forced to be carried with the wind,
to settle on a rough surface for she would never find a softness so close to her own other than your skin.
