The pumpkin burst
The laughters’ curse
I was filled
And I was down
The truth started to mumble
That had remained in my grave
It was not my mistake
Maybe it was the beer’s taste
I said I loved her
And she stood there
All my life
That I had kept it in somewhere
She kept staring
But I was down
The propose that I ever did
I never remembered
She always knew all through her life
But I, still unable to tell her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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