I recalled this song thanks to an accidental meeting: Bertine Zetlitz - Twisted Little Star
With a yardstick
Inside this body my love for him will never die but for my soul to stay alive while loving him I must stay away from him His passions and his fears keep killing me What is left for him will be this body and my ghost to guide him through life. No. Out of these ashes I've risen more than once. It’s enough.
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2015-05-22 at 13:58
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