Let this rule remake you.
Let this feeling die.
Let this jealous take you
And break down in cry.
Be my perfect emptiness.
Please, be my saving pain.
I used to be like sudden mess.
I’m irreproacheble again.
Dirt, moistened by tear
Teaches me to stay cold.
No increasing fear.
But I am almost sold.
Let this rule remake you...
© Copyright: Антонина Паламарчук, 2004
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