NMarx
I don't know, your signs confuse me. They confuse me from head to toe, but I confess that, inside, oh, I certainly devour you. And I'll say more, I would devour that Caetano or even Leonardo de Caprio if they crossed my path. Anyway, I want to live to wait and wait until I devour you, that's the truth. But since I can't, I literally stay here imagining words... it almost seems like you're flowing into me, my ocean. I think I'm going to write a poem. Good night, kittens.
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