At night
everytime I look at him, at his picture
It itches inside of me
when he smiles at me, from his picture
It itches even more
Everytime I think of him, looking at his picture
It itches inside of me
When I talk to him, to his picture
It itches even more
When I wake up the next morning
It itches inside of me
there are some crumbs inside my tshirt
MissY-Mis, vrouw, 36 jaar
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