I'm just playing with you
and you don't even get it,
if I were you, I already had it,
all.
I'm holding your hand
and think about Rosita,
in comparison, she really is much sweeter,
all in all.
You expatiate upon the
different kinds of evenings,
you know, I cannot leave things,
until next fall.
You seem quite understanding
though your eyes show different,
I'm happy it doesn't end,
only next fall.
So I just go.
So just let go.
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 10.09.2014.
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