Hey, Honey, call me whenever
i want to hear you out, any time of the year
whenever you feel like calling me, telling me,
today, tomorrow, exactly nintyeight and eleven
nothing anyone can do shall transform
you? ?
me for sure! !
our predictament is final, judges inkpen broken
we are condmned to live and die
a life of two halfdrops splashing........
trinity aana
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