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The golden-age where to me crimson colored dresses and champagne. Romantic evenings and true expressions of emotions was everything that we are missing today.


History was now theirs.

Long, elegant and caressed fingers enchanted the time-worn grand piano,
she admired from the distance that offered lenient criticism disguised as flattery.

Blonde locks relived the dusky night before where touch had made her shiver with pleasure and passion.

The melody swept through the lovely room where history and romance was entangled in a rosy hue, she smiled.

One look from across the room where the grand piano went silent made her breath linger as he choose her.

History was now theirs.








Fri vers av Frida Andersson
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Publicerad 2015-10-22 23:19



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