Cupid's Moon Moonbeams and blankets made of clouds. Her voice drifted in with the soft, sweet breeze. Tapping on the widow of my mind, I opened it and she flew inside. Our eyes met for the first time. Our lips became magnetic. Locked in Cupid's gr

Cupid's Moon Moonbeams and blankets made of clouds. Her voice drifted in with the soft, sweet bre...

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