Hard rain fell
Inside the body of me
When you stab my back
While am looking at you.
As the left hand is already gone
Derange felling
Cover my right hand.
But,
Did I ever judge you life style or
Whatever it is that you call.
No, I don't
I just dumped you
Cos, you are so intelligence in love.
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