Its customary for humans to talk,make promises they don’t fulfil n generally deceive themselves n others. Where oh where is the doer.
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previously
But if u seek to drink the sweet nectar of love now. Than look for me as I have it in its virgin purity. A single drop or 1 glance n u drunk
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up next
Love spoke with its customary passion. Know that I'd never embrace those young unevolved souls. They need to embrace pain n suffering first
