Paulo.. I declare my war on you today..
Lets make this a game..
Am gonna meet you at this. And beat you at this.
The tip of my nose is burning..n i would wanna stop it- its caught on the fire from my cheeks.
If I write and I write and I write..it would perhaps help me to soothe it.
Even though its not better than the kisses that could land in an attempt to cool it, but it would not be a feeble attempt or the wrong treatment.
How can I pretend that I don't know it? It is shame. deep shame..and I wanna soothe it.So I would write till it goes and then write some more and then write some more.
And I come back to my senses and focus strongly at you and beat you.
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