the days were warm
the flowers
bold
my heart was
warm
the night was
cold
i fell in
love
in two years time
you sailed off
on sauvignon
wine
quel dommage!
nature
sauvage
no blow job would
your heart
assuage
i followed you
my course was true
to catch a sailboat
by canoe
the wind picked up
good for you
no more love
the distance
grew by cork
screw
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