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Nov 2018
As I slowly drift into the abyss of your love letters
I slowly drift out of reality
I can see roses in your eyes
It calls me
You want me
You call my name
To share a kiss
But know I give only you my bliss
It’s been pluperfect
You say to me
β€œNests are hosts to birds, rocks to fish, eyes to handsome boys”
My dear beloved
Pluperfect
Call me Oliver
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Call me Oliver  M/Dream
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