At Each Other


A tell,you quickly showed me the door

Two lips and a tongue,you learn

quite fast what it means to cut

Spun around my back is now

Against the wall,a hollow sound as

Your words drop,lonely your breathe

Finds the cold,it all came down to

Who did what to whom,as my inter

creature  moans, this is what sounds like when doves cry

Happy Birthday Prince


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