Love is a bitch bastard who licks my feet.
Yesterday I screamed at the moon to lead the words that I can not tell.
A flock of moths sucked me leaving the lights dim and opaque.
no words I can not understand, without writing I seem to wither.
Love is a coward who steals my purse a threadbare and empty
is a coward who would have the strength to break the bones.
If I absent myself from risk of harm
If you are absent from me a chance of really bad.
Love is a leaf of nettle
But you have to wash my laziness is stronger then love the pain.
not pay more than € 3 for a Heart of asbestos
But I would pay with his life emotion that makes me bleed.
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