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Oct 4, 2023
My fire, my passion, my freedom, they belong to her. The damsel of the group, unaware of her own gifts and the admirer she has now forever gained. Her curly locks emit a fiery glow in the light, yet they are dark when given a mere glance. If only she knew of her own captivating beauty, and the tight grip she has placed on my mind. Even when she shall grow old and wither away, she will always be mine. Her innocence and beauty of the world drives me to the brink of madness, that I cannot hold her in my arms, feel her breath on my lips. She must never know. The pain in my heart, the enchantress in my life. My beautiful nymphet. Elizabeth.
