Above were the autumn leaves, the reds and golds, yet below she wore a dress that spoke of the warmest of summer days. That girl was my pure water, a soul I'd need to be with all my days. It was time to wrap my arms about her and stop the shivers she hid with a smile.
The scorned the cheap dresses and forgave their cheap attitudes all in the same rancid breath.
I'd rather be in a cheap dress with a priceless soul than have sold it to pay for designer rags.
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