I see her tangled to death
like she missed a piece of a puzzle.
Her hope vanished,
there was no gravity.
She seemed despaired
Oh, poor, lost bird,
waiting for someone.
She wasn't trying to hide it.
My hands were touching her face;
"I will love you one last time", I was thinking.
"I hate you", I said instead.
Then a kiss,
and a spinning rock down my throat.
Oh, nonsense reality.
She seemed even worse.
She was crying and I left.
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