what was in
me that you have
partaken
was it after
dinner
when the rest
had already left
with their
lovers?
what had you
offered me which
i cannot
pretend refusing?
tonight
everything is about
love
and each one
simply minds
each one's business
and the moon
looks at everyone
with that sense
of empathy
for love sometimes
is not love
for truth sometimes
is not true....
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