The candy shop syndrome, no thanks
Three ways? No desire too
Go and soak my oats? What will that do?
Get out and live a little! I am living
Drugs? Love, life, laughter are my drugs
Prude, stuck up & conceited
I prefer naïve, innocent and gullible.
I'm just an old fashion fag
My soul remains concentrated, full of love
waiting for the day it finds it’s soul mate.
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