Dancing With Our Hands Tied - Taylor Swiftπ―π―π―π―π―π―π―π―π―π―π―π―π―π―I am watching my husband, proudly. I admire him, I adore him. If, anyone saw me, surely everyone can guess the gaze full of love that I showed, the look of happy life with him, and the look of pride among the billions of humans he chose me, only a short woman and have strong children eat everything.I watched, the motion of his lips changing as he spoke. The movements of his cheeks, his eyebrows, his nose, the movements of his cheekbones, how the eyebrows dived sharply, how those ugly teeth fit into my eyes. By the way, I really like his nose.Most interestingly, his eyes and nose, his lips too. I looked at his beard, he hasn't shaved for several days. Sharp feathers, decorated his face. I prefer a smooth face, rather than hairy.I dig into his eyes. I drowned, in that sea of ββhazel. Very beautiful. I'm always jealous, why the eyes of Caucasians are so beautiful. Luckily my ch
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