He said, ‘I can’t drink too much red wine, it goes straight to my head.’
And that was exactly it.
You were all in, all in your lust bed ridden head.
The heart-shaped bed that circulates dead dust;
A tomb under a pyramid, under the stars had a better history of romance.
A sad case lothario, and me?
a love break escapee thats been ambushed to hush.
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