No hurt was hurt in the demolishing of this struggle,
My brainy landscapes dug by the same ruffle
Threadlike and faced, well, I don't see them,
Show me what I am, while all inside hides in a dam.
Problems grew up, waving hands and rule
All the damage what I drool,
Lit me up, Miss Restraint,
Act like I'm on a trace of its faint.
No alacrity accept your affinity
Tied to tell you I'm strewn into pieces
A rafale of your soul warmth
Stayed in me like water leeses.
Miss Restraint
© Copyright: Ксе Васильева, 2014
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