her rosy cheeks have the same shade as my favorite flowers, which only grow in a small forest in a rural area
still I always go, out of my way to meet Miss Rosy cheeks, there everyday after school
"I brought some books from the library for you"
she don't talk much, but actions can say more than a thousand words
from the small things like brushing off the dirt from the spot beside her for me to sit, to the careful thought out bouquet of my favorite flowers
if I could, I'd stay right here - here where she can't leave - after all, my beloved rosy cheeks is rooted right here with the rest of the forest spirits <3
-art credit to in love with a ghost
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