My Doo Whoop there are no words- nay sentiments, gay or chords, to explain the v. binds of my current. what can I say? that could, oh, would- please this grey of the day. tensed, this room be. i, sense these coy gestures in that corner- pensive, mocking and sneer to-day, Je suppose another lesson for this learner. to noticed this distance, from your previous warm- these, my arm, delights and rigour, switched, swiftly, venomous as Camelot’s lance I to you, cannot turn en vogue as the other pomps you’ve witnessed and praised- yet, you’ve sought me as your rouge. My darling dear, your back turned, and your gestures coy- Come and be that peer I sought- our coffee’s here.
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