I Can't Tell YouA Poem by Reclaimed how I'm dying comment je vais mourir but i'm trying >> my French really is dogshit, I'm trying to hybrid communications and shib (no diggidty... gotta back it up y'all) can you see both eyes when you stare inside "there is nothing funny about halloween" can you see mon cher can you feel abruptly disjointed pogrešno razbrani Foreign a l'interieur et que vous souhaitez on the outside pardon me come with me "there is no aphrodisiac like innocence" things mistaken dans l'amour a la place properly; as if I'm your very own votre redevance the court is yours it never wasn't mon cher ma reine mon rien de moins my french is s**t mon amour est pur i never fear though in language, in verse we are the same mon amour vous etes un poete a lark we shared nous avons besoin de plus putain belle on n'a jamais quitté tu me manques mon cher I'll never touch it... It was all a lie © 2016 ReclaimedAuthor's Note
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