please..
don`t ask me...
don`t ask me, how days goes...
how my days goes, after you love, ..
and don`t ask, how i feel now...
i drunk on your hand with your love, a colocynth...
with your love, i felt a pains...
and became a hurted bird...
with a broken wings..
and alone, ..
alone now, no one with me, ..
and fall victim to all.....
so...
please don`t ask, how i feel....
because, the love is not to talk
it is just, what we can feel....
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