Dear Starlight Strawberries,
When I think of you, I get dog in my uterus. Though it makes me feel dark, it's also exciting. Whenever we dance together, it feels like all the angels in heaven are ******** at once. How could one person make me feel simultaneously purple and bloody with nothing but a bat of the eyelashes and a laughing of the dimple? I hope we can keep raving together for 69 years.
painfully yours,
Prismatic Beat
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