Love spelled backwards

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Haiti

Once upon a time, I was trying to make you feel this systematic problem with an equation of the same version of my medication. Once upon a time, we were both witnesses of God's best creation when we looked in each other's eyes. Clearly we were already at wrong trying to know how far the stars go, trying to see how deep our love go. And love wasn't your enemy you were his foe, you believe in this motto. Love was bestowed upon one creature who's goal was to make it flow. I told you to learn how to sew before you wear the bow, it was for my beau who was eating by a crow. And as we go we turn pain into a comforting robe and with our lobes we watch the doves fly on life's notes, we then realize it's hard to float ashore while everyone is already making dough for the next cook out show.

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