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She has her ways of her own...
Her own timing...
Her own phonning...
Her own pseudo man as a final resource

He has his friends of his own
His own background
His own everything
His own distraction...

Who?
Who I am to feel spent?
Me who sees life as an oyster... Me who is stored and aired when usefull

Me who is given what alcohol allows when it's more than enough

I must be two lips
I must be decieved
I must be blinded: keep it a question