i am
tired of minding
love,
it is twisted and
it is twisting me
it is hard headed
it is not learning anything from
my logic
now i have decided
not to mind it at all
my glimpse shall be
its luxury
now i prefer talking to
the deaf woman
dancing with the blind
singing with the mute
listening to the crowd
this love is cruel
i will not allow it
killing me without
my own defenses ready
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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