When it rains, i think of you. where have you gone? I hate rain, and i hate thinking of you gone. Lying on top of me baring your soul, sprouting sweet nectar from every pore. where have you gone? ambivalent to the outside world, only you, me, sweating. I never wanted to climax but, my strength was weak. i did. exausted, rolling you over to sleep. where have you gone? i hate rain.Birth sign: Virgo
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