The the day is warm, My feelings are ripe. I'm high on her, I know she's my type.
A reader's ocean. A writer's mountain.
She's the reds With bluish hues. A tickle that has left in me; A rainbow due.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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