Pleased by smiles and stars, open to the essence of candy kisses, oh what bliss I would not miss.
Loving the way we move coupled by cents and bone. We atone for all the ached glories and ever lost stories of tomorrow. Not sunk but drunk in the emotion of sincerities everlasting commotion.
My barbel, sinking from a deeper well thicker in your hell. If you can’t tell i’m overwhelmed…
Breathe within me a peace filled with enmity, for we refuse to accept any branch of shame!
I.T
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