
Saturday
She drank white wine.
Makes me want to marry her memories, madly.
And she slept across the ocean as we crossed the ocean.
And I got cross with the ocean.
She drank white wine.
Makes me want to marry her memories, madly.
And she slept across the ocean as we crossed the ocean.
And I got cross with the ocean.
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