I no longer love your mouth. I no
longer love your eyes. I no longer
love your eyes. I no longer love the
color of your sweaters. I no longer
love it. I no longer love the color of
your sweaters. I no longer love the
way you hold your pans and pencils.
I no longer love it. Your mouth.
Your eyes. The way you hold your
pens and pencils. I no longer love it.
I no longer love it.
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