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Love is the floral aroma that surrounds you;
Like the warmth of the loving, the gentle, and the kind.
The dream that you always will want to wake up to;
Unlike the chill of the bitter and distant that keeps you in your right mind.
Love is the feeling of bliss, of the weightlessness of flight;
Soaring and fluttering faster than any heartbeat known.
In your arms I am protected by your insurmountable might;
Engulf me in your wings, my love, together we have grown.
Love is a wonderfully glorified, complete and utter mess;
It is like getting a cold from dancing in the rain;
It is the warmth of your heart as the rain melts away any and all stress.
Love is marvelous, but is also a great pain;
Love is letting them go and moving on to better days, sitting back quietly as your sad love song plays.
Like the warmth of the loving, the gentle, and the kind.
The dream that you always will want to wake up to;
Unlike the chill of the bitter and distant that keeps you in your right mind.
Love is the feeling of bliss, of the weightlessness of flight;
Soaring and fluttering faster than any heartbeat known.
In your arms I am protected by your insurmountable might;
Engulf me in your wings, my love, together we have grown.
Love is a wonderfully glorified, complete and utter mess;
It is like getting a cold from dancing in the rain;
It is the warmth of your heart as the rain melts away any and all stress.
Love is marvelous, but is also a great pain;
Love is letting them go and moving on to better days, sitting back quietly as your sad love song plays.
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Though your search for the day came up empty you both weren’t ready to give up. The moon was high up in the sky providing what little light reflected off of it. That plus the light from the campfir
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Pocky Game: Ace
"No fair Ace!" You call, hopping over another cloud.
"Hurry up would ya?" He laughs, tossing a piece of cloud back at you.
"Ima beat you up when I catch up!" You tell him, leaping over another wall just as someone crashes into you. "Oof!" You grunt as you and the person goes tumbling. You sit up blinking in slight confusion as she sits up holding up the Pocky box.
"That was close!" She breathes.
"Are you two okay? That looked a bit painful," Ace comments, coming over.
"Yep! Are you okay miss?" The strange girl asks.
"I'm okay... Who are you?" You ask.
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