theblame
She said theL-U-V was the blame.
She said theL-U-V was the only reason for the smile on her frame.
I gladly accepted responsibility for what was my fault.
She said theL-U-V was the blame.
She said theL-U-V was the beautiful pollution that was in her eyes and that was the only reason that they were raining
I offered an apology but she knew it wasn’t sincere since I was deliberately embeddeding myself underneath her skin.
She then said once again but more determined that theL-U-V was the blame.
She said that theL-U-V was the feather that was tickling her senses to and emotional overload.
I just said untighten your lovely grip and just! Let it go, give it up, cause
theL-U-V is to blame...
AnOther theL-U-V Original
GOD Almighty Bless Us All!
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