samedi, février 19, 2005


First, there was the hazard.
Then, her and me.
We had an “histoire”.
I loved her, but she never loved me.

Dear, this is your mother tongue.
If you read this, you know I’m talking about you.
It didn’t last very long.
But I still miss you.

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