She tells him:
I love you like the wind does
the vertebra of a whale
washed up on a grey pebble lakeshore
in a thunderstorm.
He tells her:
There are no whales in lakes.
She tells him: I love you like the wind does the vertebra of a whale washed up on a grey pebble lakeshore in a thunderstorm. He tells her: There are no whales in lakes. |
Devious Comments
So beautiful!
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My answer to your question is a tasteful suggestion for you to go do something anatomically impossible to yourself
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Clubs I belong to:
~Zarbon-X-Frieza-Yaoi
~HaynerxRoxas
~samurai4hire
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HAY! U! GIT OF OF MY CLOWD!
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HAY! U! GIT OF OF MY CLOWD!
Don't worry about shameless self-plugging - I do it all the time.
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"I'LL GET YOU A GOLDFISH!" - The Joker, Batman:TAS
"I love you!"
"I love...cake"
kind of moments.
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HAY! U! GIT OF OF MY CLOWD!
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