That's it my love.
We lost a sense of humor.
It's never going to be the same.
And something very similar to tumor
Is slowly invading tired brain.
I drink with them. They say that time will cure...
I drink some wine. It tastes like stale rain.
It absolutely doesn't help the pain.
Please don't call.
Stale rain
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