moonquakey friday night lovers in the backseat of vintages. róse honey love pours from their eye sockets. 1954 summer kisses bring in the money for cupid. star jasmines bloom in young lovers hearts as i sit here and rip out my heart replacing it with tape cassettes to play out my ballades.
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.
