Just the thought itself makes us shiver
Especially when we hate..
Since the wind left the winter…
Sour cold glances make you brake.
Increasing intensity your blood so starts to boil.
Concocted from the point from which your soul started to coil..
After all, your name is Jessica.
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This right here is one of many but means more to me in some ways then the others you have written for me, because of the real meaning than is hidden in the metaphors .. your creativity and beauty keeps me amazed and on my toes daily, and i could never imagine ANYONE more capable of making me feel so many things with words alone.
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