If heart could speak,
They would give the warmth,
The Earth's molten core doesn't have.-
Her solitudinarian thoughts were
often expressed in papers,
and those little drops just
exaggerated her vapors.-
One more time,
Let's make love till destiny doesn't make you mine.
One more time,
Let's hold each other strongly than the strongest crime.
One more time,
Let's just cuddle and play with us, baybee it's bedtime.
One more time,
Let's fight everything against us, it's our wartime.
One more time,
Let's make loving our slime.
One more time,
Let's enjoy our love tales,our steamy moments, like it's already wintertime.
One more time,
Say you're mine.-
She had INSOMNIA,
Little did she ever thought,
It was transferred to him as well
Via her gusto and endearment.-
Habituating to a habitual
place is an ideal habit to attain.
Cause
Habituating to phoney
leads to habitual destruction.-
Open wounds take time to heal, Band-Aids don't fix bullet holes, depressing thoughts require PewDiePie, but my everything requires you.
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Her tears turned into VAPOURS of joy as he kissed her out of her VAPOR.
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The sound of writing is the friction between the heart, soul, mind and body.
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