Some drunk bird started on you last night.
maybe she was too short.
sometimes it's all about a hight
but she was already there
oh hi turned into a bed
une petite mort* turned into a bye
Some drunk bird started on you last night.
but she made you think how much you miss.
how much you miss them things.
my ridiculous rants about the eldery owning too many umbrellas.
my abusive drunken outburst
and my touch.
my touch
you've missed the most.
and me.all along
improbable.impossible.
sometimes it's all about
fuck / love.
* it literally means 'little death' but is a metaphor for orgasm.
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