txandi, prostituida por la vida | life, prostituted by txandi
your name, my pain
and if i said, would you believe me? so, why should I say? just believe me.
in pain i lay, calling your name. in pain i laid; you called not my name.
was it mordant anguish? uncaring prying? for anguished i was, praying and crying.
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