Just show me what I desire and dangle it like so much candy.
I see you in torn jeans and a short Bob cut. I want more, your name, favorite food, the color of your favorite shoe.
I want a morning with you in silent staring into each others eyes and coffee where we don't talk.
What the hell do I have to give up to get you?
11.12.2016
Kill me
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