You got me high.
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Hey.
What's on your mind? I can see the way you're looking and I'm sure that I like what I am seeing.
You got me high, I am feeling like the earth, as the hourglass counts down and the memories fade in ecclesiastic.
My being thrums, my lust hunger, my pocket mourns, but yet succumb I must, to my unending desires.
I linger in perpetual limbo, hoping for a day when an epiphany will occur to introduce to you the world of inestimable value where you rule over, like the "Queen of the south".
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