By the way,
don't you care anymore?
Don't you share anymore?
She knows where you go.
She knows what you do.
Do you think of her too?
Is it just an odd job
or a work of art?
Is it a femme fatale,
or a ordinary tart?
Be warned,
Hell is dawning.
In the morning
you will find
no peace of mind.
Waf
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