You may smack me on my cheeks,
you may beat my body with feasts.
You may insult how I look
or say I am stupid as a fish.
You may hate me with all your soul,
you make cut with scissors my things.
You may sell the gold things I possess.
But you'll remember me till death.
You may smack me on my cheeks
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2015
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