Last night, dreaming of you,
To me, my heart informed.
That your lips are so good,
For a french kiss to be performed.
In the very enigmatic dream,
You appeared as a doll of wax.
There was nothing but a scene,
We were clinging to the wall of ***
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Last night, dreaming of you,
To me, my heart informed.
That your lips are so good,
For a french kiss to be performed.
In the very enigmatic dream,
You appeared as a doll of wax.
There was nothing but a scene,
We were clinging to the wall of ***
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