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fairy kiss

Poem. My first kiss

MY FIRST KISS On a mountain peak so high The snow was soft, the view was grand But nothing compared to holding his hand The first time I kissed, My heart was surely blissed, My cheeks were cherry red, As I looked at my crush ahead. We walked under moonlight, Everything just felt so right, My first kiss was sweet, As sugary as a treat. His lips were soft as feather, My heart flapped like a bird's winged weather, I melted into a swoon, Thinking this moment would end too soon. The world around us v

Under the Stars

After experiencing heartbreak, graphic designer Sophie had given up on finding true love. But when she meets the charming writer Alex at a coffee shop, she feels drawn to him. They bond over their shared love of books and coffee, and soon they're spending all their free time together. As their relationship grows, Sophie realizes that Alex may just be the one she's been searching for. But will their love be able to withstand the challenges that come their way? "Under the Stars"

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****KISS ME IN THE RAIN****

Basking heart breaks

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PURE KISSES

A short admirable love story you will love to read.

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the secret anime club

It was just another ordinary day at Westfield High School, until the students heard a rumor about a secret anime club. The club was said to be run by a mysterious teacher, known only as "Miss A." The club was said to be a haven for anime lovers, a place where they could gather and watch their favorite shows together. The main character, a shy and introverted student named John, was immediately intrigued. He had always been a huge fan of anime, but had never found anyone at school who shared his

Amidst the stillness of the night, A pronoun whispered on the air

Amidst the stillness of the night, A pronoun whispered on the air, A sound so small, yet full of might, A symbol of a love so rare. For she is more than just a word, More than just a simple sound, She is the one that we've preferred, The one that we have always found. In her we see a world of grace, A beauty that transcends all art, A gentle smile upon her face, A beating of a loving heart. Yet in the end, what is she but, A passing breeze, a fleeting dream, A memory that slowly cuts, A wound th