Once upon a time I knew an american boy. He had long hair,eyes of colour of an oblique grass,warm hands and the most tender lips I ever touched in my entire life.
He woke me up early in the morning- covering all my body over by kisses.
He begged me to stay with him.
He proposed to me.
He loved me.
I never did...Or did I?
I'll never be back 2 him.
He's a convict.
He has a daughter.
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