She was existentialism realized to the fullest
Long legs a man could climb smaller mountains
Hair falls on an endless scale and soft as the sand of the
beaches we had laid
Supple lips protruding debauchery
She had life on her tongue and I was going to taste it
The joy
The heartbreak
The paths we discovered without no push or pull
Yet we found them anyways
It was meant to be
We would see the dirtiest of alleys
The deepest bottles filled with the most amazing things
The highest highs spinning in the middle of the room
I took one look at you and I could not stop
I could not turn away
Once at opportunities door
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