mercredi 23 septembre 2009

There's a foe in your eyes.
Your flesh into pieces.
Your face to me just like a ghost.
I'm afraid by my baby.
I'm afraid by my child.
I saw you going from my sweet doll to my mean love.
I used to be crazy about you
about your love
about yours.
I used to be jealous.
I used to want to be in you.

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