why are you not coming to me...? ? ?
i am carrying at my face, a thousand of smiles..
and in my body, have a million of tremors...
and i do well, in reading eyes...
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drawed to you a nicest pistires..
drawed to you, a charming words...
drawed your name every where i can...
drawed your love in all colors i had...
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crazy love..
how could i love you more than the words..
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same... but still....
your love taught me,
that poems are nonsense..
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year of the sadness
In year of the sadness I bury my words
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