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His love is more than the human mind can understand, more than the eyes can see, its continuous like a series of beads, its more
The bathroom wall wasn’t getting pressure for the first time It’s the habit it was getting used to And sometimes had a taste of cream
You never really liked crowds, even your smile was shy maybe a little too tall, but I guess that way You might get me a