.𖥔 𝗗 ˖🦢˚. ᵎᵎ And I can still see it all in my head, back and forth from New York sneaking in your bed, I once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden, like 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻, like 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻, like 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻, 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻 𐔌˙.
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