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Uncategorized — Антон Марчуков @ 18.02.05 19:42

My darling, don’t you want forgive me?
For all I have, for all I’ve got.
For love in being so misfeeling,
For love in spite of any rod.

You faked me up the way I’m feeling,
The way I sought through life a lot.
You found me up and disappeared,
Abandoned me in horror world.

I dreamed out about ideal,
It was a better honeypot.
But now I’m still in the believing
In you, in way there is no dot.

Because of you my life so drilled
In finding ways for being off.
I try to run away from feeling
Without a further chance to love.


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