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Car horns of June's wedings
I hear far away the car horns of June's wedings,
I still have the taste of your body on my tongue,
Like a bitterness for letting you this morning,
With this in our head like a pitching boat.
I must have a million things to tell you,
But the only words coming to me are : to hold you back,
Swallow grass snakes*, my heart in a dart game.
In my ball under snow you turned my head upside down : please stop, (just) stop...
I hear far away the car horns of June's wedings,
Letting me think that happiness is always for others,
Join me in my little eternity,
Hold me tight in your arms, I am not afraid to love anymore, oh loving you
To love
bedankt! ❤ | ||
1 keer bedankt |
Over de bedankjes:
LT-lid | verstreken tijd |
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Gast | 5 jaar 7 maanden |
Ingediend door QuicheLorraine op 2018-09-19
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3. | Je voudrais que tu me consoles |
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Swallow grass snakes = to accept without protesting