For my beloved D.
She was looking in the mirror listening to her favorite song and thinking: ‘My baby is as pure as a tear, but unlike a tear he is sweet and vanilla scented.’ She was thinking that her love turned her into a marshmallow. She was like a strawberry. Holding out her hand to her reflection in the mirror she said: ‘Take my hand and take me’. She was saying it to her Vanilla dream.
Vanilla Dream
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