No rhythm in my love,
It is what I`m tired of.
Playing down my soul tunes
Reminds me of astray fumes.
Tis been years
Since I was there,
But I remember
It was unfair.
All in a fuss...
I do want changes,
To tear old pages,
To alter us..
No rhythm
© Copyright: Доминика Чернова, 2013
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