martes, 12 de abril de 2011

[pensamiento] thin walls

paper thin walls in my bedroom
i can hear the sound you make
when your screwing with my neighboor
the squeaky sound of your voice
the scream of lust & the bed noise
the guilt & lie
you tell him,
when you say goodbye
then you crawl in my bed,
hoping the smell has fade.
have you no shame?

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