Hüperbolitoorium
Sunday, April 1, 2018
I know that we had everything
so difficult to find,
but even though we are as one
I cannot read your mind.
I don't know the secret place
of where you plan your perfect life.
You put something on my neck:
is it kiss ... or is it knife?
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