POEM: “Oh My Love, With Gout” — We two are the few who never missed a kiss / or a hug in public, fuck the affectionless.
Oh My Love, With Gout Oh, love – With gout. What happened to us? You can ignore my messages But you always answer the call. And I knew the feel of your saunter and sound of chain wallet in the mall. Just like old times. We two are the few who never missed a kiss […]
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