Endura

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As prolonged thirst exterminated my joie de vivre au long de ton corps, émotionnellement potable, I lean towards tongue swallow and less pourquoi je me reste ton dominant amant/correspondent now that memories and selves are carved on monument de la renaissance.

Si tu n’existais plus, I would treat you as Shakespeare's most vulgar and profound meaning, d’amour.
Pas encore perdu.
Mais la vie, pendant ce temps, continue.
Without you.

This is not a history class and no, not a race of endurance.
This is about our fading/growing romance.
Cupidon soit, sur place.