Not of a
nota whisper
was spoken.
a bridge over the Hudson.
For Moscow ice, train the mojo
beyond the eyes of
talk this dream with me.
Me & you under the trees.
Escape this
i just miss your kiss.
kiss me
tell me what you taste.
taste a quencher
a bencher
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