Just take me in your arms and kiss:
I'm tired of being strong, my Beast.
The year is at the end indeed,
but you are still in every breath.
You are in every sad line
of my short poetry. Days die.
Someone doesn't give to push the stop.
Someone doesn't give one way for us.
I'm tangled with it, my Lovely Beast.
Sad poetry makes longer list.
I write to hasten time indeed.
My heart demands you. Let it be...
Sincerely yours...
18.12.2025
Let it be...
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