And what I love most she had so much soul
And what I love most she had so much soul
And what I love most she had so much soul
And what I love most she had so much soul
The blackest of berries the sweetest of juice
But your roots go more than skin deep see
It’s not just your completion that makes you beautiful
But the complexity in which you speak
Skin made of pure almond milk
And roots of vanilla bean
because u do know vanilla isn’t white right?
Cool! Well in that case can you be the coffee to my never cream
Beautiful my BLACK is BEAUTIFUL
but your BLACK to put it simply is
FUCKING AMAZING
And what I love most she had so much soul
And what I love most she had so much soul
And what I love most she had so much soul
And what I love most she had so much soul
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