I perfumed the place,
the curtains blushed with your scent.
You are my heartbeat.
She wanted a hug,
now she wants to say goodbye.
The thirty-year hug.
All my trains run late,
how many wives do I get?
I only want you.
Lanie I love you!
Like a bell in outer space,
a crashing silence.
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