I cannot decide Which vexes me more: your gaze Or its withdrawal.
The pleasure for which We will endure any and All pain, graciously.
Certain am I you Will be happier without Me dragging you down.
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One harvest morning young Rube toiled in the field. With his scythe he cleaved the stalks, and with his pitchfork gathered wheat, loading it into
I do not wish to Eat your boyfriend next full moon, Please be courteous.