In telling lies
Always everywhere.
And I spend so many times
With you in an open field
Like this full of birds
Trees, moon, stars and airs.
I am not in inurement
To use invaluable items
Like the sky and the earth.
And I left the place
With despair and not able to
Utter a single word smelling intrigue.
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