[listen to anything]
She's just a girl.
She's just a girl.
She's just a girl.
Oohf!
Turn around.
Eyes.
Contact.
Yes!
The elbow. Shock, spine and upwards.
Something wraps itself around my stomach. Squeezes.
What now?
Say something. Anything.
Cigarette, offer her a cigarette.
Yes.
Lighter. Of course.
Closer.
Not that close.
Smooth.
The elbow, again.
The initials, remember the initials. A, M, D… no A, then D, then N. No. Fuck. Stay concentrated. A, D, then M, definitely ADM.
Make her promise.
Make her promise.
Will she?
Yes, she will.
She will.
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Who's that girl...falalalalalalaaaa
Who's that girl...falalalalalalaaa
Yeah i wonder too...:-)!
Happy B-day amigo!
Greetz
I'm wondering who that girl is... very nice poem, leaves large space for readers' further imagination....
yeey.
i love the intertextuality!
were you serious when i talked to you from italia?
i didn't get what i was supposed to because i puked and then fell asleep.
A bit too late (or not, because actually you even didn't get a year older this year)... anyway: a happy birthday!!
And of course... good luck with the mysterious girl ;-)!
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