things were great
and awful
i was
laid
and betrayed
and so much afraid
2 loose u
i’ve lost myself,
bedmate..
now things r straight
i have me back
on a plate
what a loss,
my soulmate,
what a weight..
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I would like to translate this poem
wow, a little vivid, Svetlana, but nice