Love is the fart
Of every heart
For when held in
Doth pain thy host
But when let out
Pains others most
Last night I hugged my pillow and dreamt of you... I wish that someday
I'd dream about my pillow and I'd be hugging you.
He broke my heart, so I broke his jaw.
My love for you is like diahrea, I just can't
hold it in.
True
love is like a pillow
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