d3butant3 ba11: gir1'z awak3ning

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one single hair
fallen right out of place
and my face
is hidden

and one single thought
falls out of my mind
something quite
forbidden

but I indulge
in a sickening cliche or two
god tell me
what must I do

to stop
being a girl
swept in an easy breeze
on her first winter

Love and Fantasy Dove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora