A Lover gazed outside her Brooklyn window on an early Saturday morn… From the night before, no trace of Mother-Nature’s brutal storm… The ┬áSun light glistening on her Ebony brown… She feels Reborn… as she listens to the late great “Luther’s” Love song… he has so many songs just pick one… Her Lover sends his love call on her Galaxy Samsung… ┬áHere they go again turning Love off and on and off and on and on and on.

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