Tell her you love me, dense fog is lightening up.
I'm on some new ****
at a time one breath
cultivating love.
Hart to Hart, your sunshine
when the sun doesn't.
North of the Arctic Circle,
down south from a peace of mind.
Every dime has two sides,
every moment a choice.
For Pete's sake,
the devil doesn't bargain.
I, too, shall rise,
like the morning sun after a long night.
So when she asks,
tell her you love me.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 8:04 PM UTC
Tell her you love me, dense fog is lightening up.
I'm on some new ****
at a time one breath
cultivating love.
Hart to Hart, your sunshine
when the sun doesn't.
North of the Arctic Circle,
down south from a peace of mind.
Every dime has two sides,
every moment a choice.
For Pete's sake,
the devil doesn't bargain.
I, too, shall rise,
like the morning sun after a long night.
So when she asks,
tell her you love me.
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