To face the border in the lover's
The price of the victor
The reign of the lover
Had a lot on her snare
I don't expect anything
That chord on the ravel
Frayed
The subconscious fighting
Frayed
Have a drink on my own
We don't see each other
We are each other
And find a course, though
That is how it is in
A course can be borrowed
And a borrow seems badly accused
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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