Oh love, sweet things that one can do when loved dearly, as I misbehave since my partner is not near, distance could turn one a fool, but who would've known, I yearn for hands being placed upon my upper body, feelings rising up, words unutterable, but I'm all alone in a foreign township, chasing what seems as a career, and all I need is to be loved
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