We're two of us...And this is portrait
Of beautiful girl. But now she is not...
She is not, she will not - call or don't call.
She is for memory I am for love.
But tell me the truth! It's hurt me a bit.
Why do you call her caressing me?
Why is she looking at me from the wall
With repoarch in the head of passion of love?
And if I'll go out, will call me or not?
And you'll not drope out even your coat.
Will you sit here without a word?
And only my cry will break in a strophe.
No! Smoke of passing will never dwindling.
And there is not place in this room for living!
Widower
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Well, Guillaume Apollinaire (pseudonym of Guillelmus (or Wilhelm) Apollinaris de Kostrowitzky. ) managed without punctuation, but he had rhymes. Do you believe yourself to be such an innovator of English poetry like him? (Just out of curiosity)
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