Poppy promenade by Vahlenkamp

I am the lovers gift, and I am the wedding wreath. I am the memory of a moment of happiness, and I am a part of sorrow.

But I only look up high, to see the light from above, and never look down to see my own shadow. This is the wisdom which man must learn.

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Vampich virgin by Vahlenkamp

Then he kissed her. At his lips touch, she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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