Hi
I’m Dee
What you doing?
Wanna take a walk?
Ha ha ha…
Yeah I know it’s kind of late
But I have a guitar and a bottle of wine
If you don’t mind the sand
We could go to the beach
Or you could sit on a battered boat
That I know of, my twin…
I’ll sing songs
I’ll hold you tight when it gets a bit too cold
We can leave whenever you are ready
Story of my life
But let’s not get despondent now
I don’t do despondent anymore
Only denial
Wait…
Why….
Where are you going?
Sigh..
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