Since our last talk, I’ve had this uncontrollable urge to pursue you with heroin addict addiction. The past couple of days I’ve developed this heroin addict conviction, affliction But I was once told to love my Guilty Pleasures. Whatever. Don’t be afraid. Embrace.
Eager to hear a strong man’s voice whisper sweet nothings in her eat namely a sound, Place about face.
Bottom of the ninth, I’m at 2nd base, I steal 3rd, the catcher misses the ball and I sell the home but in that moment we touch base and now you and I exist in a strange and wonderful world of integrated, interconnected thought taste. ..
Eager to use and abuse her five senses namely her thoughts taste. Good yes.
Don’t of think of me in you becoming as people in love
Doing what people in love do. We could just Mountain Due
Just a sip of it would cause an urge for me...
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