Too addictive
No longer your mistress
Give me back my night dress
Black with the flowers on it
A hole in my heart as big as you
You're bigger than my heart
So you say its not true
To get me thinking like you do
Miss dancing to tunes
and calming your stressy afternoons
Sniffing lines inhaling fumes
I hope to see you alone soon
Come visit in the astral realm
Where Ill be out calling your name
Mushrooms aint working what a shame
Your light figure missing from my frame
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Jazzy.Special (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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This is just a little bit special like I imagine you indeed are …. Neville
Oh indeed you are correct, thank you 😊
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