roll'in
wood grain in my left
golden grain in my right hand
puff puff turn puff puff
melt
my love is fire
her heart is as cold as ice
how about a swim?
Amsterdam in the morning
sitting in the shop
consuming no caffeine yet
rolling sweet flowers
not again?
a sweet kiss good bye
she said something about love
broke my heart again
fruit
her hips shaped like pears
those curvs do make me hungry
care for a salad?
2 pints and a dime
two pints of guinness
a dime sack of sweet flowers
going home to chill
a dime a day
puff little and live
puff too big and you might die...
know moderation
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