let me lay in feilds of dew riddin green and accept a kiss from the night burning up in my chest.
make love to me crule fate as if for the last time. not crule fate, you lover.
remember the kiss of a thosaund dreams. or wake up in the middle of goverment class red as a beat. cause you feel out of your chair drooling while day dreaming
LynnLynn Community Member 
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