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My poor little heart,
Don’t dream about love!
You should become so smart
To see all from above.
Engrossed in stupid feeling?
I’ve had all that enough.
Nonmutual…it’s killing.
And you don’t live, you scuff!
It’s quite another matter
To be your own boss!
No mere words, no patter,
And noone takes a loss.
No miseries, no torture.
You are so free and wild
Can try your luck and fortune
And feel like a little child.
October 23, 2004
My poor little heart...
© Copyright: Марь-Санна, 2006
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