So she came to me, with a smile that could make a brown man blush, her eyes piercing ,her face blooming like a spring flower , “Love is not about being perfect, its about being fucked up, but doing it together, holding each other and leaving perfections for the machinations of human minds”.

“Oh bitch please , i am way above your league then”.

The End.

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