You're just learning things that I have already learned. That sweetness is being measured; and fulfilling me. Discovery. And bring me back to where I was, when I thought about all these silly ways, waves and tides. I kissed your sides and then on a rewarding whim, perused. Pursued then perused. We're both a delicate mess, but with taste. Inspiration always comes from the fresh. Hope is a beautiful face.
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