you pulled over in the road,
once you saw my car,
got out,
walked up to my window,
and i cried really hard.
less than what i want,
more than i got,
about what i bargained for.
memory caught in the door.
if you don't want to shout my name,
i promise we don't give a fuck.
the things we saw on the curtain,
i just want to make it certain.
maybe buy you some flowers,
gardenias they smell nice.
help me clean up my bruises,
and my cuts.
A disc to digest slowly, the sensations that it will offer you, although they are complex, will leave a mark on you listening after listening. Propuesta Cultural
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