This is where it
began,
the first lines of a poetry
I shall never complete;
for I ran out of words
when she turned away
from my kiss to smile
at a passing motorist
whose cruel eyes,
just like my destiny,
were hidden by a dark Ray Ban.
My bad, really...
I chose to make love to her
beside the busiest highway
known to man!
the first lines of a poetry
I shall never complete;
for I ran out of words
when she turned away
from my kiss to smile
at a passing motorist
whose cruel eyes,
just like my destiny,
were hidden by a dark Ray Ban.
My bad, really...
I chose to make love to her
beside the busiest highway
known to man!

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