Relationship Quote #7081251
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I flew 4000 miles to meet you he is as beautiful as fresh honey

I flew 4000 miles to meet you
he is as beautiful as fresh honey
and he doesn't see it.
I didn't fly 4000 miles
it was just a dream.
*was it?*
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posted August 3, 2024 at 2:59am UTC tagged with relationship, confused, honey, doubts, quote

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