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your eyes and your smile and your hands  are warm, when i see you i smile as well, oh god cliche as cliche is love, made out to be so grandious and unique and fantastic
Amour, so simple Yet might leave you single. Amour, so difficult But yet, pretty typical. Is it something you can create? Some might say, "Just fate." And so they wait and wait.
It comes and goes. In droves of untamed flows. Pretty, I feel this could go far... Our love.   (Written in CInquain Pattern 3)
Moonshinethat croon of minemad and frantic infection, a moan that stirs from hurttoils that strike like weights, pulls at your foreheadskins your knuckles it’s irrelevant my wants,your wants.
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