Just a friend, he smiled
With blatant predictability
As if struck by the incapability
To make his own excuses
Whispering his last goodbyes gently in her ear
As if it were to soften the crime
Murder, in her most carefull of disguises
Nothing left, she cried
With silent intermission
Before dieing in her cushion
Stricken by reality
Feeling death blow gently through her ear
As if it were to make her suffer slowly
Murder, in his most painfull of disguises













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le regard dans tes yeux me pénètre
keep on the good work mate
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Best friends quote ever
Chandler: "joey got meat sauce on the banister again"
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Can you spare a bullet, señorita?
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Can you spare a bullet, señorita?
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le regard dans tes yeux me pénètre
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Can you spare a bullet, señorita?
Favourite for you!
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Feelings, that's all poetry is- Emotions on paper. Your heart poured out in little words that only mean something to you-Feelings no one will ever understand.
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Can you spare a bullet, señorita?
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