Grabbing stars from a distant motor
Always walking through an interesting crater.
You're my little moon thunder
Meeting me instead with a blunt dagger
Of shredded cheese and melted butter.
You're my little moon bugger
I'm tasting sweetness, partly tender
Else, quickly to trace my moon's yonder.










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I'm -waitforit- in -waitforit- love -waitforit- with -waitforit- a -waitforit- certain -waitforit....
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I'm -waitforit- in -waitforit- love -waitforit- with -waitforit- a -waitforit- certain -waitforit....
Love.
no sex for zel tiongson now
I know, forced. I still love the song.
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"... i would say that life understood is life lived, but the paradoxes bug me; and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me, and on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion."
she trash people, no sex no for zel rama now
the spicy kind
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"... i would say that life understood is life lived, but the paradoxes bug me; and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me, and on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion."
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