Her and him and them together would have an oscar for the impairment of the senses -- too beautiful/can't look.
It's a spectrum disorder [loving you] and I'm mildly moderately severe in my implications surrounding
yes ma'am
no ma'am
all buttery on your lips and little charming honeybees sound like Mississippi in the summer nights.
Months are so much shorter than years.
Years are just long, really long, quiet seconds.
Read me quietly and help me fall asleep.
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