You were goldmine garden
to find our desperation or love
just because November was singing
the bitter-princess jumped the clock
Distort me princess to feel you
because no bed is a place
where I can be anyone's
but in the kiss you endow
cruelty flower posses me
Flows in the garden the obsession
goldmine of kisses and rack
repeat me November who sang
in my ear the echo of your dress
as you walked in the park
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