JANJAN LOVES
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He's got the sweetness of a sundae. The cherry on top he never stops giving me. Every way, every day of the week. You get me so high make me sigh, 'Yes please.' I wanna fly with the bees on your knees.
Dear Carl,
How far have you gone? Did you run away when you disappeared? Did someone whisper sweet nothings into your ear?
I could grow a garden with your music so every flower can dance and bloom with a planted symphony playing through the trees.