now that he's gone;
you'll be the 'other' girl
never the mainyou'll be the next 'wrong number'
the second mistakeyou'll be the 'bystander'
and never stand outyou'll only be his 'experience'
the one whose love he'd doubt.- diana x
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satellites
Poesíaa lot of salmon poetry, with some tuna prose - packed in this plastic bag