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He is so good, good like angels singing from the heavens, like honey dripping from the cone, sweet, oh he is sweet, like peace falling all over the streets. He is kind, kind like a one of a kind, a rare jewel only to be found at the bottom of the box or bottom of the sea, Rare, no one I know could possibly be as rare as this gem, not friend or foe. He is a beautiful thing, a lonely soul, imposter is true and without quest, a man that has no room to foster a heart so big, broken and amidst, no compassion, no compatibility, no eyes to see the princesses wish. He stops along a road, that should have been missed, no dreams, no hopes, all have been forgotten, untimely bliss.
Much Love 💜 Much Life
5 out of 5 stars⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Imposters are like buses, miss one and there will be another in five minutes