She has the almond eyes
submission cries
they're the skies
in which I sunk
from which I drunk
Oh, no ‘t is not you
‘t is not your weakness
don't misunderstand
you always had the upper-hand
It is I who is drowning
without regrets! M
PS; for Esther Abrami
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