Shame
The madness of love left me
when I saw two women shot at the wall.
The definition of the existence of winter
was in the warmth of the blankets.
The huge nothing embarrassed me
who asked me for everything.
The madness of love left me
when I saw two women shot at the wall.
The definition of the existence of winter
was in the warmth of the blankets.
The huge nothing embarrassed me
who asked me for everything.
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