There's no romantic after fight.
There's no discussion: left or right.
If love's the Nordic ice-like wind
I could be preay that I am in.
There's no dessin how it's work,
I crashed inside my chest the rock.
If I could never be the seen
By your true love, I say I'm in.
There are so many sights of love:
The holding hands, the noise of staff.
I could be never write and sing
Of our feelings. That we are in.
16.02.24
I am in
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