Lets play with feelings, shall we?

Feelings are like a bitch,
that enters my door.
Plays with me.
When she is done,
she goes out.
Then comes back,
out of the blue.
knocking at me,
making of me her playground.

E assim ficou-se o título trocado, enrolado, mentido.

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