In the morning, where the sun hit your face at your caramel skin. The Hazel eyes toast in the sun when they open. Pink lips is so Tastey to me because I will just nibble at it all night. Last night, your eyes were gray because of the moonlight that spark them out but in the morning, your just like honey bunches of oats. In the morning, it gives me another day to thank because of your face I see, In the Morining
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