WHY ARE LOVE AND LOVELY NOT SYNONYMS? People were putting flowers on your grave. The primroses are from me. Do you like them? They remind me of you. You strum lovesongs with my heartstring while I carved your sweet nothings into my skin. Feed me flames spirited by the hearths of heaven. Tell me about the colours up there.
───LOVE PUNCH! (2022)
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LOVE PUNCH! Steve Harrington
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