Undulation in the bed...Where he smelt roses last night.
Came down and calmed down. Silly little boy. Thinks he's hot stuff. Tearing up the road and singing it off the cuff. I tore the light you had and left you smiling there. Tickled by eyelash and then dyed my hair. Sounds leaving me thin. Too many stories to pick one to dive in. Maybe I'll call him again. Maybe if I'm in Berlin. There's an undulation
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