Jäz

Oh let the weekend wash over me and pour away all my sins.
Miss you unbelievably much.


I'm so hungry, infact, starved
You offer comfort
A table, set with food and beverages
Even a candle tries to make a stand in the dark
A 5 star cook wouldn't compare
We make fireworks of stars
Countless stars
on the table, with delicious delicacies
It's a feast
Our feast

Life's not always a party
But at least it can be a dinner

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