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Thinking Man's Crumpet
Scrolling through his gallery
Wondering what he sees in me
Look at her there
With her long blonde hair
This one's beautiful skin
And her so thin
But the gallery of my thoughts
All he can find
In my mind
That's what keeps
Him here
Tuesday 13th August 2019 2:05 pm
Blame the trees...
Love brightens even more with the trees
My inner thoughts of you are translucent on my body
Every second with you feels like infinity
Infinite beauty
Infinite scares that you leave
Anything is possible with you
When I get lost
Your there to show me the way
I hope this explains how much I love you
Sometimes your love puts me in a trance
Words are difficult
Bod...
Monday 1st August 2016 8:17 am
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