When i see beauty walk
through the door and pause a minute slowly to
throw back her hair
like this
or
like that
... you know how i crumble!
how like a soft soldier i
fake a quick death
and rise again slowly
when the enemy's been cheated
and swallow deep breaths of
shallow despair...
when i see beauty walk
through the door
and pause a minute slowly to
throw back her hair.
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