Whoever he is. 

He is my lost love,

Or rejected proposal

Or Friday call

Which I write about often ,

And why shouldn’t I,

He gave his unbroken heart to me,

And now that he lingers in my mind,

I give him my sweet nothings.

April love.

Friendship is good as a lie.

And what not.

C++ stories,

And they all add up to the reputation

I gave you,

You are nothing like the man,

I ought you to be,

But however, curly hair mr.

Sometimes I like the way you lie.


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