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Jajajaja qué grande!!
ResponderEliminarI Google you
late at night when I don’t know what to do
I find photos you’ve forgotten you were in
put up by your friends
I Google you
when the day is done and everything is through
I read your journal
that you kept that month in France
I’ve watched you dance
And I’m pleased your name is practically unique
it’s only you and a would-be PhD in Chesapeake
who writes papers on the structure of the sun
I’ve read each one
I know that I should let you fade
but there’s that box and there’s your name
somehow it never makes the pain
grow less or fade or disappear
I think that I should save my soul and
I should crawl back in my hole
But it’s too easy just to fold
and type your name again
I fear
I google you
When I’m all alone and don’t know what to do
And each shred of information
That I gather says you’ve got somebody new
And it really shouldn’t matter
ought to blow up my computer
but instead…
I google you
La verdad es que tecomiendo los dos primeros discos de Dresden Dolls (el grupo de la señorita Palmer junto a Brian Viglione)
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