The removal of luv dividing the chaos within... Lone debris rotate between women n men... Felt by thinking of what was to the presence of now... All irreverent to move into the distance on somehow... Confusion of the battle hidden resists eyes to be seen... Camouflaged in to the design of the Irish it helps to breathe... Spinning heads change features to be remembered on the go... Jus another luv'r that is yet to lose hope... Remaining to the basics that never drift deep beneath the skin... Different to the knowing releases the trim... Mind configured with emotional content to live... Mature with the goofiness of heads leveled with a twist... Friends don't cause harm if truths are shown... Endless limits coast as self ignored uninvited moans... Cleansing the feel of others needing to thrive to concur... Time passes with the sun on the fly by on high alert... Gaining wisdom of signs thrown into view... Verifying the way before relations are approved... Resting the inevitable case of calling a truce... Correcting issue within dying inside comforts missed... Ends find beginnings of the remains easing walking lips... Up an other's body so smooth the tongue slides to the slip of tones... Getting the feel of touch to help the drought of being alone...
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