Galuschka

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beautiful
night
light
on her face.
elegant
silhouette
speaking,
painting
mountain tops.
while swinging
up on
a swing set.
not kissing her,
although honest,
becaomes more difficult after
each
passing
overhead light,
crossed her eyes
and
glistened
her teeth.

our innocent silence,
always concedes
after only
a few
moments
to a question
posed
with such intriguing
grace.
i,
always with a
childlike
anxiousness,
answer.
she bites her bottom lip
and responds with her gorgeous voice
over an orchestra of insects abound.

im trying to
make her
dance with me.
im'a buy me a
lottery ticket
with
luck
like
this.

its nice to
meet you
gala.