"Each of his touches felt like thorns on my skin, in my eyes he has always been a rose, these layers of multiplicity, the uncertain red of him, compared to him I was a lonely yellow daisy. A yellow daisy that was lost next to his beauty."
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Russian Wolf
PoetryI have always pushed everything and everyone away from me, because I believed that no one would care who the person behind the facade is. But not to deceive you, he was not interested in the person either. But because of the pain he gave me, I start...
