Anne Jensen - A girlfriend

Ripping a flower
Collecting my power
Try not to run
This might be fun
Stayed for years
You are not counting the beers

You throw me a dish
I might see it as rotten fish
You smile unusally fine
Scream as you cross the line
Dirty my words
Cancel my search

Be aware of my counting
knows how its sounding
I'm not your life
Not close to being a wife..

Anne Jensen

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