The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on
Desaparecer es genial.
Entrando en modo hibernación por motivos personales.
Maldito oso hormiguero.
Everyone has a secret
But can they keep it¿?
Oh no they can't.
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