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Her laugh
Down her shoulders, her hair runs free,
A cascade of dark waves, a sight to see.
Graceful it flows, down to the tips it goes,
Resting on her chest, as breath ebbs and flows.
With each inhale and exhale, it sways,
A...
A cascade of dark waves, a sight to see.
Graceful it flows, down to the tips it goes,
Resting on her chest, as breath ebbs and flows.
With each inhale and exhale, it sways,
A...
