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Why do I deserve this? How do I deserve this? What did I do and in which Lifetime that has lead to Me receiving such prodigious love? Your face beaming upward Backward hat left ear bent Your eyes scale my Adam's apple Chin Bottom Lip Top Lip Philtrum Tip of Nose Bridge Bottom Lash Pupil locked You smile Then wink In that way I said I hated Because I thought it was cheap And I'm glad I said that Because now I love it And the ****** expression And words that follow Every Single Time "Sup?" Can I read you a poem? Our inside jokes Build Rigorously Congruously Correlationally To our love, Pesto. But you already know that. You inspire me Blue flame fire in me You will agree To a large degree Is on account of our Souls' connectivity Meant to be My heart dances on the bridge That connects tears of laughter And tears of shear happiness and Gratitude and as my heart swells To rugby ball bloat I ask: What am I going to do with you? You say: Love me. Well? I love you. I love you. I love you. I'm in love with you. Pesto, let's go home.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
My Pesto
Why do I deserve this? How do I deserve this? What did I do and in which Lifetime that has lead to Me receiving such prodigious love? Your face beaming upward Backward hat left ear bent Your eyes scale my Adam's apple Chin Bottom Lip Top Lip Philtrum Tip of Nose Bridge Bottom Lash Pupil locked You smile Then wink In that way I said I hated Because I thought it was cheap And I'm glad I said that Because now I love it And the ****** expression And words that follow Every Single Time "Sup?" Can I read you a poem? Our inside jokes Build Rigorously Congruously Correlationally To our love, Pesto. But you already know that. You inspire me Blue flame fire in me You will agree To a large degree Is on account of our Souls' connectivity Meant to be My heart dances on the bridge That connects tears of laughter And tears of shear happiness and Gratitude and as my heart swells To rugby ball bloat I ask: What am I going to do with you? You say: Love me. Well? I love you. I love you. I love you. I'm in love with you. Pesto, let's go home.
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Micronesian
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
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