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The temperature codewhen the mood in the roomshifts and changesletting the cold winds come init’s hard to remember whythis year’s beautieswere taken from us. A negative lighthighlight the gemsthey’re all fragile nowhaving been exposed to an unforgivable sourcetheir once strong stemshave been reducedto a delicate glancefrom here thoughtheir strong ancient contactis being safely guardedhere in…

Standing high on the edgethe ground is warmthe sky is quietthe air is full of charm. Can I comestand by you love?We can watchthe flower’s bloomtheir scentflooding everyoneLove is naturalLove is realjust as longas I have you.

The soul is said to beburied in all of ushard times or otherwisewe found our wayto touch and feelin a real contemporary waymimicking naturegathering our nectarcollecting little thingsbuilding our placesomething that’s ours aloneI think it’s timewe started growing old togetherit’s the perfect timec’mon we surviveda world wide pandemicI know you love meyou know I love…

What ifyour manipulationis exactly what I want. It feels so goodalways craving youthe smell of perfumethat exact perfumedrives this part in meto the cupped edgepulling your thick hair backexposing that spotbetween neck and earI could live therewhispering the dark and scary tales ofHalloween.

We are exactly the same,you and Mefluid in the nightsinking down and in-between. I can’t say this loud enoughthe tortured words of lovesimply don’t belong here betweenyou and Me. Our soft spoken denialsshout and proclaimthere is this real attractionor in other wordsthere are certain thingsthat grab and take us. Some have called youthe prettiest-thing,the others…