DAY 32
We are embarking on a fortress. For some it was solitude; for others it will be commitment; for me it's a foundation.
There's red wine on my lips and now I can hear you. You want to make me swoon, but your words are not original, "my demons dance on the bones of our romance." Where do I even begin? Simply put, you are a caricature. Good luck.
There's red wine on my lips and now I can hear you. You want to make me swoon, but your words are not original, "my demons dance on the bones of our romance." Where do I even begin? Simply put, you are a caricature. Good luck.
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