For the single souls we intermingle a whole lot up under the whatnots the beautiful stars portray the loneliest of boulevards--- excuse me miss pretty eyes expanded, love expanding over the desert lands can i get your name, me just a lame poet just want to get to know your soul soulful language, look deep into your eyes abyss, miss lovely how you so innovatively exists extreme notions, potions, magical....
Reason for writing:
life
Birth sign: Leo
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