Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Focus Booth Love and prison Oppressing The Original I’m so happy Curls…my beautiful Aussie… Love-squeeze… That’s all you can “say”, my Love? Lost in heaven…fire Purring Hugging The Original Promenade…hiding…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…forced landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you And happy Hiding in the Valley Now I’m ashamed… Again? Only I have to work…deep intrusion, lily-storm, forced landing…I love you Lost under His Honour’s robe… Thank You for the song, my Love Hugging the thighs, down with kisses, up with lilies…seizing the Hills…sweets and scandal…lily-love, hungry tulips…emergency turn…fire I know it’s late in your world my Love, but what about a working Original? No conversation, no romaaaaance…just lilies and trumpets and peony-cuddle and vampire tulips…fire So the whole poetry of the song got reduced to what, my Love? Lily-love, vampire tulips… I don’t want to torment you…I just miss you…sometimes I can handle it, fooling around with Powerpoint and daily operations, but most of the time it hurts… My most beloved…crazy heart, give it one more try? You make me cry… My Love, I’m heeeeeere AAAhhh… Don’t metaphor me, my Love…you don’t want to talk with me… Kisses, again…wish me a good, turbulent night, my Love… Down on that line of candor…infinite ecstasy…I love you, ungrateful Aussie… Call me, my Love…I will describe the process in detail… OOOh, mon amour…kisses… What details, my Love? It’s 10 pm…if I don’t fall asleep now, I’ll fool around until 1-2 am… I”m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…hugging your thighs…arranging the curls…immersion in your eyes… What ‘Why?’, my Love? Why to talk to me? Really? Our fridges have melted long time ago, my Love…you could try with pigeons post but phone/ email are faster, my Love… Of course, for my sweet Aussie it’s just another festival… All off, hugging the whole sweet, originally cruel Aussie, crazy florals, The Great Climb-ing…The Pulse…lost on you… Loving you online…lily-fondles, hungry tulips… Focus booth Decoding… OOOh, my Love…can you just give me a honest answer? And this leads me to the next feeling: that you will never talk to me… You, most beloved…as happy as I was when I ‘found’ you, I feel just as hopeless when I think that if it had been up to you, I would never have known who you are… Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…arranging those curls…slipping…hugging the thighs, immersion in the Valley…promenade with kisses up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…fire He’s making fun of me…rain of trumpets, sweets and scandal…lost…tulip-capture… Curls…if there are no doors what kind of barriers am I facing, my Love? Mental, emotional, The Great Aussie Ego? Sweet Aussie is using again my metaphors to justify the ghosting…’There are no doors…’ My Love…you could make a bit more effort to entertain me – than 3-4 vars… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere The Original should sleep… I’ll be back at 9 pm…deep intrusion…I love you Home