Starry night.
Cloudswept corners.
Lamp Posts blink
softer than dreams.
He puts on your favourite
song
and shirt and
wastes
an extra blast of that
cologne, and asks
Her,
"Shall we love?"
Cloudswept corners.
Lamp Posts blink
softer than dreams.
He puts on your favourite
song
and shirt and
wastes
an extra blast of that
cologne, and asks
Her,
"Shall we love?"
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