At your game.

love is a woman

She weaved her dreams on phrases that were promising but empty,craved for a leaf of love and romance although she was fed by stones ,her heart kept sending letters to love.

Am glad it found me under the rain she said to herself plastering her castrated hopes with laughter in faith, again the already broken ceramics was demented with grief.

Sure,she has no legs but she won’t forget to hit the midday flight with documents and phases of experience, she needs not a coach with high qualifications just get the field set with players.

These got to be fun, playing outside the court of love is always interesting but severe injuries are awarded, many similar structures with different minds are tagged to be all the same.

Written and Composed by Boffins

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