Αναρτήσεις
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I am
someone else. Soft hair,
cold hands.
An empty chest
since
I saw you, maybe not the
best of charm for them but-
Bringing a smile
upon our dull, dull,
dull lives
big clumsy porcelain lady
you and your
uniform man.
How you deserve
your joy. I cried
my face burned.
God, I wish you well.
God, I wish you well!
