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Är Du Rå?
Roundabout cheeks that gently requested to be caressed and kissed.
Humbled smile with closing lips, yet open to speak. Fading eyes of olive green imply of rear equilibrium. How can I miss a person that I didn’t even meet?
“Denne profil er ikke tilgængelig.
____ har suspenderet deres profil for nu. Men den gode nyhed er, at der stadig er masser af singler derude”
An unexpected occurrence; I swiftly investigate.
Stoker, some say. A spy in love.
Pure fascination…wild imagination? the dove of my soul migrated too far.
I refind the drifting unrefined gold.
I feel betrayed, cheaply sold.
Haiku too long, firey keyboard & beating heart can’t be left on hold.
It’s her.
On another app, filling up the data-analysis-gap.
It’s all blurred.
Wearing a Playboy-Mansion cat-bunny costume.
One leg on the toilet seat, one hand taking a devilish selfie not knowing the reflection of the mirror unintentionally whisper the secrets of character.
Game over.
Reset.
Play button. But first, what are the rules of such a collapsing society?
