In bed.
Hot feet.
Loves dead. My love got you blinded.
Loves dead. Wine has our bonds subsided *makes no sense
Makes sense to Unique.
Ah! Indulgence on love life. I’m dreaming.
Wine.
For Unique.
For life.
Oh. You talk back?
I don’t wanna hear you.
Poetry machine head, great stuff🙏 Faux
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