Tell me secrets of your soul,
Tell me something that I need,
I am writing days of now,
And again you will this read.
I compose my crazy poems,
It is something that I can,
Maybe — I am is your problem,
Tell me something, mistic man.
I can't told you if I scary,
If I tired, happy, sad,
Only pain I can carry,
And my cheeks becoming red.
Tell me
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