Here's my strawberry letter to the apple of my eye the forbidden fruit that makes my Adam's apple jump with nervousness
There's no stretch of the imagination where I can imagine running alone I admire your past present and future from afar in a dimension where even psychics couldn't catch a glanceWithout precedent I'd camp at your windowpane so that you never have to impeach your running mate
G.Moore
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royale jones says: man! just murder. you kill that.. bitter sweet wish it was more great piece! |
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