She can smile
But she always hides
She stays up late
When everything is done
She doesn't want to have friends
But she has more than it needed
She says i don't care, continually
She cries even no one dies
She doesn't feel anything when she is left all the time
She can smile when no one cries
She smokes in circles
as she's being fucked.
Then she apologizes
Sorry, i don't want
Don't tear me apart i'm already crushed.
She smiles and cries all the time
And she doesn't say a thing
Except want.
Ahogyan megrontott németességgel mondom: ez egy gefucked Gedicht.
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Short StoryBlue is the warmest colour, lányszerelemről szóló novella // irrelevant thoughts including Catullus, Greek and Latein poetry and everything which comes to my mind. Lányszerelemhez és fiúszerelemhez kapcsolódó, görög és latin költészet általi ihletés...
