They warned me about you.
You, the fox hunter,
who can see through me
hiding between the autumn leaves.
you who hide among the orange trees
and put your foot on my chest
and pushes your gun into my forehead
with an unchanging smile.
They warned me about you.
But you have beautiful blue eyes.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
They warned me about you.
You, the fox hunter,
who can see through me
hiding between the autumn leaves.
you who hide among the orange trees
and put your foot on my chest
and pushes your gun into my forehead
with an unchanging smile.
They warned me about you.
But you have beautiful blue eyes.
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