A REBELLIOUS DISPUTE
I have a tsarist bed
I sleep in the arms of Tempur
I have a merino wool under my head
In my night fantasies
You whisper into my ears
In your deep and manly voice
I cheat on you this way
I melt into my bed
I give myself to it, in tears.
Missing you, Mon Amour
I’m having a rebellious dispute
On my own, with myself.
26-08-2014
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AP (the original version – pl)
A rebellious dispute
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