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I wrote...
Please, my beloved, come with me on a cold journey to the deepest cloud of my stomach. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in New York and dance with me across the undulating building? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and love like dying pimples?


How I long to hear your ugly song again. What was it called? Ah yes, Crazy Love. How your gross voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded pig. Such sadness! Let us join together and vomit in unison, your black song carrying our hearts to bloody heights.

I cannot begin to describe how irresistibly my hair burns for you. As I write this, I'm singing in my cloud, unable to contain my dancing desire. Please, accept my beautiful embrace and know that you're truly the apple of my eye.

I received...
Please, my beloved, come with me on a truthful journey to the deepest window of my eye. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in Madrid and dance with me across the undulating queen? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and lost like feeling sweet potatoes? (CUTE ISNT IT?)



I cannot begin to describe how thankfully my torso burns for you. As I write this, I'm bleeding in my endless, unable to contain my finding desire. Please, accept my blue embrace and know that you're truly the banana of my eye.