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On the way home

I met a girl called Phoenix her eyes as orange as a sun set skin as smooth as melting butter but as warm as a campfire . As srong as a rhino but as gentle as a feather.

 

I met  a boy called Cat his eyes as glowing yellow as a sun flower. Fur as black as night but as curious as a kitten .

 

I met girl called Winter her eyes as blue and as soft as snow . Breath as cold as dry ice , Fingers that burn my face . Dress as puffy as a pillow.

 

I met a girl called Flower, cheeks as red as roses .Her hair smelt like lavender . Her dress bloomed like a flower .

 

I met a girl called Crystal  her eyes as green as grass . Glasses as clear as a window ,hair navy like the sea.

 

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