Sex without love; and all eyes are around us,
and that warm knife was the judge, of each other.
Sex, cannot weather love against contested tapestries,
if even but one strategic hill, is turned over to quickly.
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....I just love how this is worded and adore the flow and I really don't care what it all means I just know I love it! :)
Before us the hive and all the wax we placed therefore to be, and the forest stops short of breath, and roses are but what. Rachel Ann Butler