You've never known love which goes die
Anymore I don't say you're my air.
I read poetry to another guy
Handing over his hair.
Not to lie to him is my aim
Boldly looking for fate to skew.
We played sorely simple game -
Pretending that poetry is not for you.
What has passed, I will never stir,
We are nothing - the heart is empty.
I can only write what I feel.
I don't feel anyting is tempting
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