I want twisting, burning love, like madness.
Poetry I’d Written
I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.
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I want twisting, burning love, like madness.
I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.