You told me I had breast
a flower girl,
while I had in the throat
a cheap sofa faded and life.
I clearcutting in my bed,
with taste of rum
and arms of one man.
I loved a love too exhausted
I wanted to let the storm.
You told me good night and you're gone.
I then kept between the legs,
a smile to remember you.
©] [Ma. Cha Aubin
Group photograph
the vocal cord:
http://www.myspace.com/lacordevocale
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