Shrim She Likes My Brows. I Think, She Sees Her Family B/W Them. The Color Of My Brows Attracts Her, She Wears The Skirt Of One Similar. She Sees Victory Signature.A Sun Rise, Slept In Mid My Brows, Thinking, Rises She. Later Evening Her Lip Curtained Our Kiss, The Never Ending Sun slept B/W My Brows, So Did She. Shrim
