dirty blonde.

The girl with the dirty blonde hair, the one with the eyes everdeep, like dinner plates wrapped in reflective sheet.

I remember a similar gaze, the one that sent an electric shock through my core, the one that made me reach further, just a little bit more.

Presence is an interesting thing; so much can be held within its borderless vacuum.

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