I'm writing to you once again
I don't know if I sent the letter
or tore it up again
Honey, I'm starting to miss you
and you, if you're not with me
with whom? You will be
It is my punishment for imagining so much
that you are with him
Very calm, locked in the room
eating cake
you will turn my portrait around
you don't love me see
You with him
like fruit sifted on the plate
apple with honey
he enjoys his moments
the taste of your skin
My God
br/>I can't explain myself
I get twelve o'clock at four
five o'clock at six
The day again
without filling out this paper
and you with it
br/>very calm
locked in the room
eating cake
You will turn my portrait around
you don't want to see me
You with him
like fruit sifted in it dish
apple with honey
he enjoys his moments
the taste of your skin
You with him
very calm
locked in the room
eating cake
You will turn my portrait around
you don't want to see me
You with him

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