I don't want all these addictions.
Those who wreck will never save.
It's time to burn my fruitless fictions,
The beacons leading to the grave.
It's time to burn them to the ground
while there is courage and some force.
For ages waited, sudden-found,
you made me thrill, but now it hurts.
Don t want all these addictions
© Copyright: Ронни Фоксова, 2018
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