Djamesrushlow
Curse Of The Beauty
She makes me upset
On the upside she makes me obsessed
To the point of no breath
I would fluff the clouds to comfort her rest
conjure her air to fill her chest
stop the sun to watch its set
I would shift the stars to spell her name
tame the skies to stop the rains
I would make her life the best of days
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