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was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
wasted words
nights
and figon this mortal coil
I hope that the remainder of your time spent this month is a plentiful profusion of possible pleasantries and an inexhaustible influx of inner-richness, growth, generosity, gratitude, and an overabundance of optimism and other things that start with O.
Cheers to you and your soon-to-be-bigger-britches, bitches.
You know what’s worse than me being attracted to somebody that’s pretty crazy?
Someone that’s pretty AND crazy.