Take
it the wrong way.
All
those miles,
sat
in silence under clouds,
many
times I,
would
have preferred, melody loud.
Purchased
a belief,
of
the miracles in the air,
where
love intoxicated,
each
one of us together, everywhere.
Then
confusion came,
to
rule the day of the affair,
something
I'd said,
told
evidently challenging in your stare.
A
little misunderstanding,
of
what was meant and what I said,
death
blows coldly,
the
guillotine takes off my head.
'B'
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