Fresh Autumn Morning…

I met a girl called Leaf, her flaky skin was as crumbly as apple pie. Her eyes were as green as grass and she  was wearing an aqua blue crop top and denim jeans. Her hair that is as brown as chocolate pudding drifted in the fragile wind as she danced and pranced under the glistening moon light of a fresh autumn morning.


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