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SHE knows...


The luckiest man in the world?

That would be,

me...

 

You,  i have all the time in the world while the world is only fleeting.

i love it all...

so much and so much beauty

 

God has the most amazing and fucking fantastic existence of humor...

there ever will be

or ever is.

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