Nothing about this room
Searching; ruffle me now
Escaping until you are
Perhaps, mistaken my will
Naive, leaving to where?
Loving figment of yours
Imagine kissing you gone
Friendship saluting your balls
Forgive myself for you
Realize loving a man,
Nothing; crying, you laugh
Expert falln' in love
Nothing secret here now.~~~StupidGirl~~5.18.16
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I would like to translate this poem
yep, get him outa your hair, gal. Good stuff. tom Billsborough