Montserrat SummerGo, then - chase after him in your best dress and those boots that make your feet look like perfect ladies and ask him why he likes his life untidy and if he finds you impossible.Montserrat Summer
Unearth him and ask why he spent last summer in Montserrat, drinking you away on sands that blazed copper at noon, sailing till the ropes ate away his hands and the canvas became a drug.
Tell him you are a mermaid or Venus rising from December and cloud his senses with that perfum
Much love for adding me to your watch
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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