If you look at me you can tell. It's all over now. And if you tell me you love me, I am yours for eternity. My love lies like 30 year old wallpaper, it cracks and peels, is worn and frayed. My fingers like anesthesia will put you to sleep and these visions of you, well let's just say, complete the picture. My dear paramour, when I tell you that I lie in wait, I speak of a dalience so refined, no other would suffice. A love eternal and supreme.
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Unfortunantely, I'm not very desirable to kiss. It's like I'm made to be a nun.