My dear doe, here I am, too outside!
My prison was cruellest but monumental,
I move like a monument of flesh. Now
I wanna fuck you deeply and heavily.
And that we’re gonna do together chained
and that’s gonna take me out of the black
melancholy wherein I fell after we broke up.
They speak about the first love like ours
was none. “Shut up!” you’d tell me
but I’m not quiet because I’m jealous
of your panties. Therefore, my pulchritude
we’re gonna fuck soon and that morning
will remain like a rose on the sky, eternally.
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