When
you ask me something, I tell you a story
When I ask you something, you tell me a word
When I sing you something, it’s a long rumbled song
When you sing me something, it’s merely a whispered note
When I ask you something, you tell me a word
When I sing you something, it’s a long rumbled song
When you sing me something, it’s merely a whispered note
When I draw you something, it’s a ravishing twisted painting
When you draw me something, it’s a tiny colour spot
When I let go to your hand, it’s because I want to
When you don’t let go, it’s because you don’t want to.
See what I mean?...
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