Love me, love me. Make me lucid.
Make me golden and unwise.
Make me charming, bold and stupid
And prevent from suicide.
But my name is always salty,
And my soul is stitched with scars.
Do love me as I did stop it
When my sweetheart stole my chance.
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good penning, marvellous presentation of love and life. i invite you to read y poem lilies, what is the colour of your eyes