She loves me not.
Or really does she?
What does she feel inside herself?
She's lost.
Or, anyway, around it.
She's dead.
Or, anyway, I'm dead.
She's waking up.
No smile or something.
no shine, no happiness. No touch.
She loves me not.
Or really does she?
Sometimes I feel she loves so much.
Her arms are holding.
Cup of coffee.
And they are holding me.
No more.
She loves me not.
Or may be does she?
Am I a wealth she's looking for?
Away.
A turn away.
She's leaving.
No smile. No happiness.
Just touch.
I feel her lips so wet.
She's breathing.
"I never knew I love so much"
She loves me not not Lady s story
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