Impenetrably just You and I – gloriously both incandescently intermingled with our beloved brains attempting to brim. nearer st=ill, the glimmer of the curvature
Of our bare-naked beings
Seems she’s been waiting with a fist full of pearls, our good girl – longing to belong to anything else but We
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her lips are free, from this daft ol’ life called magnetic microphone and home..
