* * *
I say: “I hate you!”
But I lie,
I dream about you/
And you cunt even try
To tell me all the true/
All days I seat with telephone
You have to phone me.
But you keep silent. I’m alone.
You go out. You are free.
I’ll come to you and I will say:
“I hate!”
You’ll look at me and you will say:
“This is my fate.”
I say I hate you!
© Copyright: Гаянэ Скляренко, 2001
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