in a spoon with your ego to you from me will not be fed..i dont want to passionatly untuck the corners of your bed...don't want to pace across your polished hardwood floor....and i never want to hang my lifes hat on the hook of your door....you have an arsenal of frowns and leers awaiting in mass, along with a soul of broken glass and a heart shaped stone....some night soon, you will miss my fevered ways, and my words with their velvet tones....Birth sign: Taurus
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