She has looked - has disturbed. Has forgotten...
She did not call, did not think - done be enloved!
I did not burn, did not tawned -was happens!
Thought -an ice in a breast, and suddenly - it was hammered!
I dreamt about her loving … is not free …
She has not got to anybody, and it is sick!
She has blossomed, has eclipsed all - do not touch!
Still waited for someone by the un-touchy person.
The silent, the fine is, as an evening.
As she is any more I will not meet.
2008
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