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BIRDIE

Percy moves with a grace that whispers of forgotten dreams, his presence a gentle balm to the soul. His eyes hold the depth of starlit skies, reflecting a quiet strength and unspoken promises. In his laughter, there is a melody that dances through the air, and his touch, tender and warm, is a silent vow of eternal love. Every word he speaks is a poem, every glance a sonnet, weaving a tapestry of delicate romance that lingers in the heart.

We met by chance, but it was the most beautiful chance that became my entire world.

I reserve time for you from 00:01 to 23:59,
yet midnight has still become my favorite hour.

HIS HEART IS MINE.