quarta-feira, 21 de dezembro de 2016

Denial

I don't want to fuck you.
I wanna hold you like a pillow
A quick play of my lonely life.

I don't want to love you.
I want some company.
Someone to fill my bed
So I won't get in panic.

I don't want to write it.
I don't want to see you.
I don't want to live.

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