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Still the Night

oh high, i know, i know left to wait or to go to write, or just stare at the night a dance of electric's show erotic i know, i know it is my mind that wraps her tight taut, close to me, only in my dreams, the dark her pull is felt like a lark where we knelt at the hour of trust i know, i know we are but dust with the wind and the moon and the night but still our destiny is right
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April 28, 2021 at 1:57 PM
3 words.
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April 28, 2021 at 5:06 PM
this guy needs a therapist....she's as big as a whale; I'd reassure him there are plenty more fish in the sea. https://youtu.be/VF-r5TtlT9w
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April 28, 2021 at 1:59 PM
Lol
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April 28, 2021 at 1:58 PM
Love Poem Generator.
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