Let me kick you out,
You are Intolerable.
My words, my languages
All are in my
Ware-house of love.
My love is my life,
And my life is in
My vanity of nouns,
Verbs and adjectives.
I live in it,
Dare not to confront me,
I am no more
In your timeline.
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