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Feb 2012
Forget it. Whatever you want
My dear. I'll spend it alone or on foot.
I'll go see some other fine lover, my dear
Don't think that I wouldn't. I could.
Oh early next month would be super, my dear
A holiday. No, no time at all
To wait. I'm terribly busy now, dear
Stay up in the hills. (Come home)
please **

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approaching the 14th of february...always fun for both lovers...
Written by
noah aurelia
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