Loose lips sink ships. Find the sky and throw the arrow at the moon. Find your heart glow and know this E.T. properly. Love an entity like me, instantly. You are my Michael of L.A. Guard me along my way. Maybe we go shopping that day and I can be your Pretty Woman. Today is the lilac nation's, but my way will be felt soon enough. Fun is fun, and all the sexuality is diseased. I am a woman of peace. Other Rinpoche's are diseased. I bring sweet butter sunshine your way. Even Vietnamese like my feet. Knowing my past brings the path to a whole new type of RAIN. Thank you again and again. I need you to be the fuck you silently, so that I can be me in every moment. Free free, no analogy. Never never to say an apology.
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