Oct 2013
We sat
The steam danced from our cups
We laughed
The skin near your lip wrinkles
It wrinkles
Just a bit
Your laugh rings through my head
I used to love it
Now it hurts
The steam danced from our cups
We laughed
The skin near your lip wrinkles
It wrinkles
Just a bit
Your laugh rings through my head
I used to love it
Now it hurts
(Hungary, Budapest)
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