måndag 7 september 2009

in my lap

gift, open yourself
miss what I never can`t have
like a puppy on a string

baby cakes are sweet
but bitter bitter you eat

finish your plate
and you will be all to late

yes I know
and my love I will you show

naked but dressed in armour
brake me take me
as I am
forgive if you are a man

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