Love’s Confession

Rivers run red trailing away from porcelain skin. The rosette cheeks are pure and not from the pressure of fingers pinching the skin. Lifeless lips never to pucker for the sweet tender kisses from a loved one. Prince charming is not on his way to wake her.

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