Damn Good Vitruvian Zionist

Probability lurks behind the veil of your Vintage velvety hair locks. Why don't you let them grow Fond of the silk windwhirled fingertips I'm falling apart like the society's white lies When I first saw the picture of your oldtime lesser plie Bohemian rascal poetic spirit Do you still believe in soulfull foolishnesses? Where do you play your music?? Let's chill under the Flatland area's arbol Abbreviations of your blown up sexual desires Are being revolutionized and mutinized by these Enchanting darklings Dear dear darling deep romantic eyes & Suddenly I'm lost inbetween days Do you want it!!!?

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