My front door lover became my back door love...he knows not which door to knock
I heard him slam through the front door, his heartbeat was loudly thumping with avidity to my bedroom door.
Then I heard him enter through my garage as his shoes softly trudged in apprehension to my bedroom door.
Lastly I heard him ring my bell, autonomy never combined the latter two, he rang my bell and left..
Yes, I know I can make his heart beat...but to what drum?
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