FEMININE
Dropping is my tear
Down the cheeks
I feel the pillow wet
The night too old
Its about dawn
Nature dancing
Beneath the full moon
Stars shooting to show off
Stomach grawling
To scare the fast asleep
I slept on water
Tomorrow pending to cancel
Call me feminine
Cause poverty I salute on you
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