Me

My love's a mare
My world's a fake
Му heart is made of clay...

You're world apart,
For goodness sake?
I couldn't make you stay...

Do you try your best or is it for show?
Do you want the fame or disgrace?
To find all you need, just follow the trace,
Of freshness of blood on the snow.


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