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was a dream
spring sun was burning me
my innocent act, a rookie ...
was your foreign-language greeting was the magic

your window
what color your bed
clear what your eyes
was your mouth, bite me verses that


kisses that which today I do not
strange that today, my name was

forget the pain in your belly so coincidental

life of your days as drastic
were nails in my back
your claws were deep
your betrayal still far
your indecision,

your eternal duel was not until yesterday, and today was no
were lies, heartbreak
was not eating, vomiting,
bitter drink to remember, custom ...

main course was a loose ball
was your hair, your glasses and your back
your face that appeared that day
your old love, your cat, your house
were freckles were pearls
a dream built on was a couple

healthy kiss was not the song that gave you

And it was I who improvised
me who knows nothing
were and not coming back ...
slave of your fingers ...
addicted to your love ...