Epistula non erubescit
I cover paper with my dust.
My old love stories are all cases
Of blackmail, treason and men's lust.
I'm clever now, you know, post factum,
Fed up with morons` empty words,
And left alone in the cold vacuum
Of broken promises and frauds.
21/06/2018
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