WE FEEL THE HEAT, EVERYTIME WE MEET, ON THE BACK OF A WHITE WINGED DOVE, A SHADOW CROSSING THE SUN, YOU AND I, ONE ON ONE, STANDING IN THE CIRCLE OF LOVE.
Reason for writing:
PENPAL
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