Blond hair with a simple dress.
Give me 1940, give me a simple love.
A love that no man can break.
A love not classified as love but as a raw emotion.
In all honesty I am eager, maybe eager enough for the both of us.
Maybe so fucking eager that I dream of these moments.
I dream of you.
I dream of this.
but who am I to speak?
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