Drunk, Years Later. - Poem by Lauren Michaels
If you won't write then I can't breathe.
I calm myself I know you do
Arrete. Arrete. Arrete..
Eso ruido me hace dano.
Que no puedo soportarlo mas.
But it sings in my head
as I sing to you.
I wait for you to listen.
If you wont listen then I can't breathe.
Bit will die with the sigh of your name on my lips.
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