Whoa.
Wow!Even though, in my opinion, it sucks. >.> Either way. OH HAPPY DAY.
The More Ardent, the More SelfArdence, my sweet Laura, never concludes to such beginnings, (dear sweet Augusts); Rich redness like the influx of crimson that rushes through the valley’s roads that leads to that heart. Oh that sweet, beautiful heart that siphons such beauty through your currents!The More Ardent, the More Self
Luxurious red velvet is soft like your skin in comparison to the times I brushed your cheek as I whispered those words -- Yes, those declarations which beat in such a rhythm, such sentences with elegance did I say, such purple perpetual passion did I hold in a dark and dismal carcass that was already obscured
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Life is Short..... Play Hard
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