Feb 2020
A wicked stem
With which to stir the drink
I love it when
You poison me
Makes our time together
A bit more fun
Not having to guess
When it will end
With which to stir the drink
I love it when
You poison me
Makes our time together
A bit more fun
Not having to guess
When it will end
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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