my pencil and my heart
they have united
to pull me out of shape
I goad my heart
look my dear heart
I am too tired
pencil is definitely infinite some
but darling
my bio logical has
its own bio energy threshold
yes my sweat little hearts
your single question is how the hell
I have sex with my three wives
you know love
I am also a kid
I will take rest
in your warmth and beautiful
en tiresome
arms
whilst
rejuvenating
the cosmos of love
you possess
not me
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