We're married, and seperated, and we're sleeping together. And I love you so much and I always will. You bring out the nihilist in me.
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posted Monday, June 11, 2012 at 12:21am
I long for you, my dear Desireè Repp, You're soul, Sickly sweet, just like raspberry schweppes. You're hands ever trembling and gracing my hair, I would for you Desi, wear nothing but underwear. I paint you each nice, in dreams and in wishes, I wish we could float in a bath, just like fishes, and cuddle in bed without doing the dishes, Dear Desiree whom I adore, even if you got made at me, I would sleep on the floor. There are no mountains between us that I couldn't hop, and I would carry you up to each mountaintop if only to share but a moment of rest, What else can I say Desireé you're the best.
Where:In my heart