How You Like To Humiliate, - Poem by Liza Sud
And I know, my darling Julia,
how you like to humiliate,
how you like to look in my eyes
but the ice cream I never get.
How you like to stay there with a cup
and not to go forward, as I do,
And you recall what yesterday we had -
All years, all years, all the years through.
In general, you are perfection, Julia!
Because you so remember me.
Don't be shy of emotions, Julia.
We - are so deep, and we are - everywhere.
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