Under the summer sky, giggling cider, with love, with embarrassment, with my steam-engine throb in a plain white shirt, more than anyone or anything else in the world, everything in the world is yours. Precious summer moments like the bubbles of bubbling cider. If you were to ask me what happiness means, I would say it's stuck in a box you hid behind. Thanks for everything. Like lemons floating in a schwash, two people melting out and laughing at each other like sugar cubes in a Foreign Love. To you, my beloved, who told me with all your tiny courage that you have this beautiful smile, I am now clutching a film ticket.I want to hold you, glamorous, boinky and neat, with love. A world that only you and I can understand, a kaleidoscopic, transparent, pure and brilliantly coloured world that only the two of us can see.
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