We are a son to them, to one
In their image and likelyness
on their bosoms we cried for love
their cracked nipples have satiesfied our hunger
...
When the heart bleeds
love adsconds
replace by hate so big
it destroy's the joy of living
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In this world two women lives
whom I love without regard
Images of them my mind depicts
part of me that never leaves
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