during those times
when you have partaken
on my free dinners
it is in your anger that paves the way
to the truths which are laid
now the bridge that connects us
falls to the rage of my rivers
i have nothing to lose
and surely i have everything to gain
for losing you is like cutting my hair
i give up something that i do not need
ah, keep that monkey's grin
for sooner or later the truth shall always reveal
what your heart has kept concealing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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