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I have curiosity of the wrong kind, the kind that gnaws, the kind that enraptures, Does his mouth suppurates anise? Or did you really thought he could make you happy? You cheated on him, not on me. You told him that some day soon, that you didn't love me anymore. You cheated on him, not on me. He was looking for moons on your skin While you wondered to yourself If you want him more than you need me. It only took one cloud to know the truth, It only took one drop of rain to give sound to the river Does not his lion skin make a better coat? Does he has not eager hands? Did not the common breath approached you to death? Or what was that indecency? leaving his body once thoroughly you left it without secrets? You cheated on him, not on me. The lips that assailed him, the next day swore to me That you cheated on him, not on me. I'm the drug in your veins, He is an itch, he's an urgency. Do you want him more than you need me? No, It don't seem like that to me.
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Curiosity of the wrong kind.
I have curiosity of the wrong kind, the kind that gnaws, the kind that enraptures, Does his mouth suppurates anise? Or did you really thought he could make you happy? You cheated on him, not on me. You told him that some day soon, that you didn't love me anymore. You cheated on him, not on me. He was looking for moons on your skin While you wondered to yourself If you want him more than you need me. It only took one cloud to know the truth, It only took one drop of rain to give sound to the river Does not his lion skin make a better coat? Does he has not eager hands? Did not the common breath approached you to death? Or what was that indecency? leaving his body once thoroughly you left it without secrets? You cheated on him, not on me. The lips that assailed him, the next day swore to me That you cheated on him, not on me. I'm the drug in your veins, He is an itch, he's an urgency. Do you want him more than you need me? No, It don't seem like that to me.
Original Spanish version: http://lodeseasmas.pen.io/
marco-avre
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Mexican
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
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