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There are so many poems that talk about 'love', Sonnets, verses, they can't get enough. Roses may be red and violets blue, But what does it mean to say "I love you".
This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
They told her to count daisy leaves, He loves me, he loves me not And maybe one day if she's in luck; someone just as well come claim territory of her skies.
Did she thought she was beautiful in that emaciated body.
'I love how you can't say yeast, your childish ways and your hugs before I leave, but you're flying high on your nargile and weed..
Toffee caught some sea-breeze, he's not eating and Ondine knows he's not fond of fishes, get hold of some biddies to use in all kind of dishes, hoping he eats 'cause her pup being sick gives her a...
'My fins are not made for typing, but they float like in the sea, my Pull-Apart Bread has Gouda if not Dutch Crunch these days you see..'.
'You're not a rockstar, you don't even let me smoke in your car, I want a rockstar.' 'So you don't want to take me out for dinner 'cause you don't want to pay; kiss me goodbye I say.' 'Beg me my...
'I have swam the Seine, I would swim on the 'surface' with you if only it wouldn't stain my snow white tan..
''Glitter why do you leave me. I need the pink in my cheeks, my sticking out sharp cheek-bones' The menth-breath of Frissons inside her newly black-dotted pink lungs.