The poetry, does it flow from my heart or hers, since it is her love that fuels me?
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Our love is timeless, like a broken watch. Sorry I’m late.
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She moves smooth like the fog glides down the hills of The Ozarks, and each step is filled with romance and mystery, and all my heart wants to do is explore her hidden treasure.
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My heart is on fire with love as I watch Paris burn with rage against The Globalists oppressing us all.
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There were a lot of flowers at my wedding. They were all in my heart. They are all still alive and thriving, and if you act now, they are ON SALE for Buy One, Get Eleven FREE!
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When mixed with my lips, her kiss is shaped like desire, and it tastes like how a sunset in The Ozarks makes my heart glow.
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A shoplifter in a shopping cart is already in a prison cell of sorts.
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Paris may be The City of Love, but The Ozarks are The Place of Romance. And you know this because that’s where I live.
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What else would you expect from a place that calls itself the “Land of The Free,” but has the highest incarceration rate in the world?
