The things I'd do. The things I'd do to run my fingers through your soft, bronze hair. The things I'd do to stare into your golden eyes. To hold your cold hands. To...just see you again.

The things I'd do. The things I'd do to run my fingers through your soft, bronze hair. The things I'd do to stare into your golden eyes. To hold your cold hands. To...just see you again.
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