The kind of love we have…. that while we doing it the sky opens up and heavens talk about us.
We r far from arrived but at least we on bus , no you no me just plain old us.
You’re the apple of my eye the chicken on my bone, the like on my Facebook the chef and cook
I told you a long time ago I am trying to get Phd in you and I am lost in your books
hypothetically
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