Subsistence is romantic, when romance is the only scarce thing in your boring life. Lungs of dirt is romantic, when inhaling dirty romance from the mirror. Spit is romantic see? I’m spitting romance in your face, as you’re thinking of my grammar. Loneliness is romantic, when having someone romantic to fuck it with. Vomit is romantic, when those romantic thoughts of yours make me sick.
Paris is romantic but then so am I.
PS. Don’t come too close to me, or I might hit on your sister.
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