You don't get me, but ignore,
so I close the door.
You are no fun
not taking me seriously
and don't value sincerity.
You've always had your door closed
so this is fair.
You have only care for your own despair.
But you keep on pounding
and try to force your self in,
but with only threats and no regrets
you'll burn out like a cigarette.
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A man who can't say sorry
is a poor man.
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No Body
Your view is important to me
so I become what you think of me
and melt my body away;
You see me as nobody.
How can I have matter
when my view don't matter to you?
I try to make you aware
by appearing more like air.
If you don't see my point then
I hope my bones get edgy enough
to make a hole through the wall
you have put up towards me.
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Ikke tro du skjønner hva jeg er
når du ser på skyggebildet
med ryggen mot lyset.
Du ser ikke engang omrisset av min kropp,
kun formen på en tykk, lang jakke.
Om du tror beskyttelse mot kulde
viser mitt sanne jeg
vet du sannelig lite om meg.
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Peter
I created a way to be
on the surface
to be seen.
With you I can just be.
Anyway you'll see.
That calms me.
I'm not used to be
vulnerable with
somebody.
I am used to scream
to be heard
by closed ears.
I don't need to fight with you
who has let yourself
be beaten by love already.
I am defeated
by your heartbeats
within me.
The mask slips away.
Too stiff
to follow the movement.
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Jon
Pisces
I use my flamethrower on you
so your waters perhaps evaporates
and your two fish is in fear of suffocation,
because you are being fishy again;
With one fish towards me and the other against,
which is very irritating.
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The Swiss tourist Daniel.
You are smart; Friendly.
Observing to see if you fit in somewhere;
An open mind you can stick your head into
or a soft body to sink against.
Soon you will just leave me
to be a face in the air to remember.
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Michael
Jeg strekker meg etter min elskede,
men når han er for trett til å komme og kysse meg
slikker jeg solen stedet og rekker min tunge til vinden.
Luften går ut og inn til bunnen av meg.
Jeg sykler med åpen munn
til han vil komme med tungen sin.
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If you have never experienced a heartbreak before
I understand you are just looking for fun
and with your approach to women
you will ever experience it either.
Pretty sad really, because eve though it hurts
you would experience a depth more interesting
than sex will ever be.
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You texted me: Hi,
that you should never have said good bye.
Then you came, stayed for a bit and said:
We ought never to meet again!,
but left me with the taste of your dick in my mouth forever.
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Når jeg var opptatt av deg
og du var borte fra meg
var også jeg fra meg
og ble vill.
Så nå har jeg tatt deg
fra topp til tå inn i meg
så jeg kan kjenne deg
når jeg vil.
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I fear you are a pig
that get slippy from the mud you roll around in.
When you splash and think I am in on it it's scary
because I am a cat that wants to be dry behind the ears.
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After I told him how fucked up I was
he said: You're an angel!
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Mitt lange hår omfavner ditt korte.
Ditt hode går inn mellom bena mine
helt opp i mitt hode.
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Jeg vil rydde vannet
av landet mellom oss.
Vise grunnen til det
som omgir oss alle.
Så vi bestandig
kan gå til hverandre.
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Mannens romslige, varme blikk
smelter jenta fra mammaens grep
og kaller frem den innesperrede kvinnen bak de to
med ro i sitt sinn til å utføre livskallet.
Jenta kan leke fritt når kvinnen kan elske.
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Tomhet er baksiden av suget
Å spise, røyke eller ruse seg hjelper ikke.
Suget er mer omfattende.
Tomheten rommer hele meg,
så jeg vil trenge gjennom deg
slik at tomheten som følger med
gir hver celle som blir berørt av ditt innerste
plass til å vibrere.
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Jeg vil svelge meg
og fordøyes i ryggraden.
Hengi meg til kroppens dans
av kjærlighet
til buktende armer og ben
og smelte inn i din tunge.
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If you don't want to feed and protect me
I don't need you as a buddy
I need you to wrap yourself around me
so I can unwrap myself
and lose face
when the world is a fist in mine
and I'm lost
and all i want to do is get into you.
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Skal du nærme deg en kvinne
bør du gjøre det med ørene.
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Sometimes I feel so different
and distant from the men i talk to.
As a bird singing from a branch on a tree.
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Klaus
Jeg holder deg i kinnene
i stedet for å kysse
fordi din tunge er uten ende.
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Jeg har fått nok av katteaktige menn
som bare vil gni seg inntil noen
for så å gå
uten tanke på andre enn seg selv etterpå.
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