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Intricacy of Pansexual Beauty

A city across the southern pacific

By ojo samuel opeyemiPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Brown eyes that can suck the depth of my soul like a wormhole and produce a saint. What do I know? I am just a beholder of celestial beauty.

Eyelashes that make exquisite strokes and arches better than Hellenic geniuses. What do I know? I am just an avid observer.

Freckles that put the world wonders to shame with dotting distributed like constellation of stars. What do I know? I am just a star gazer.

Luscious lips that are red as the poppy flowers on the fields of Flanders as the ANZAC marched through. What do I know? I am just a war history buff.

They've got a face that has either danced with the angels in the heavens or the goddesses upon Mount Olympus.

I bet they make angels in heavens and goddesses upon mountains envious of them. What do I know? Mythological stories are my greatest cravings.

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ojo samuel opeyemi

I am in love with writing about Sports, Politics and Entertainment.

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