The feelings are all still there
And the tacit agreement not to share.
I take mine with me, everywhere I go.
You travel with yours, I presume.
Our silent, pregnant friends.
May they never give birth—
Lest the whole thing crumble!
The feelings are all still there
And the tacit agreement not to share.
I take mine with me, everywhere I go.
You travel with yours, I presume.
Our silent, pregnant friends.
May they never give birth—
Lest the whole thing crumble!
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