No word - no fear
No war - no tears
No God - no dares
No honey - no Bear
No heart - no dears
Your trace disappears
Like someone's, I call queer
To keep love is high gear
Your memory is clear
Trough the moment to year
From the bottom to career
I'll never be steered
Your rhymes - fate sheared
My peace interferes
This pain is nightmare
On my soul smeared
Июнь 2024
Emptyness
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