I'd like to be your friend, an minion companion, master and slave, cook for free, make thou bed, by now tomorrow will be yesterday, I'd like to be the best thing you have, and that stuff you'd never shared it, I'd like to start the begining of principles on this relationship, and keep on getting, I'd like to be the worst kisser you'd ever met it, improve with your skill if teach can be set it, I'd want to have some understanding in alibi or on sorrow had the path at your shoulder just for cry, I'd want to be this poem, other essay, even ode also work of art overrated.
I don't know where to end hence those terms can not claim final roam, I don't aspire for more than your heat, cause still hot is bad name for it, be flame on my skin, that lands over me, I don't have that much also not less than routine, it makes me sad comprehend, to your understand, thought since sense let clare be clear to us meant clarification subdued judgement reflex temple regret.
That's why I'm into it, cause affect me your life toward mine, but, away from my hands, that's why I tend to hate this elements against us, that's why our way of act incline then behave as cleaver sort fool, that's why exist immanence for boor, however despite narrow form is cool style, that's why well is great phylosophy because it's exact as lone for.
