Love could be fuck if we let.
It could be diner
It can be dinner if one has enough money.
And money is a condom being taken off
Or a cock inside
with eyes closed head turned to the side saying not you and this is ok for now
Love can be sacked stacks
of meaned fellow won't nothing more
Then there was one
And Billions
Love can be the Wide the waidger on takes at first light the window is drawn escapest tapestry willow black inside shining what ever Coler is called for
Color has no room ill difined
Polite ignorance worship those that have
Ignorance is contexts
Never mind the thought
that doesn't and can. The mind has trouble with this.
And its other.
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