Second encounter
Second encounter
Suddenly it came like a blast of strong wind, a blast from the past.
Mouth whispering, but eyes shouting, I hate you! But I like you.
You got me all fucked up....
I love the way you always sweat on each physical journeys we took, just before we reach the destination.
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