Years pass slowly but time flies. Chasing dreams and digital clocks loving analog. My soul aches for touch, a hug, a handshake or a firm grip. Someone to chat with when drinks are poured and wine spills over my lips and teeth.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
Years pass slowly but time flies. Chasing dreams and digital clocks loving analog. My soul aches for touch, a hug, a handshake or a firm grip. Someone to chat with when drinks are poured and wine spills over my lips and teeth.
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