For G 37 (Choice)

Youre a cad, rantin lady, you know how fucking choice you are

As if the hand of God had fashioned your body from some Perfect Life

I doubt could really exist, but i have no choice, the idea enchants

my soul

in a land contained im in you, and i can barely contain myself

just the sight alone! You move thru that world like a goddess

God help me!


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