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Too.....
the beautiful time being the mosquito net
my story with you has become ash
you burn the memories to charcoal
which you blame with someone present
You think of me
easy because he himself
what I do not have all there is to him
misguided himself
which I will show you
just throw everything away i lost
The ego is rising
affection reversed
I shrunk with a petty
panic
but you have to remember
this is just a lament
about a thirsty affection ....