"How mysterious can I be?
How I sit quietly in one corner,
Leaving you to wonder,
What happened to me,
Whenever you come for a talk,
It's amusing how I leave you in thoughts,
Now that I got you caught,
Like a mesmerized moth,
And how amusing it is to see,
As you try to solve my complexity."
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Talking To Myself
ПоэзияPoems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."
