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I am. Always have been your slave. I was craving a tiny bit of your attention to spare. I was ready to cut off my ear so you would just be amused.
And now here I am, sitting as a fool on the hill, eyeing my empty screen and nursing a humongous hole in the place where my heart was once.
My precious. My curse. Beloved. All that is you.
I guess I am not a right man for you. Look at these so close to you today. Conceited jerk. He dares !
..... caress your hair ? I would have killed but let me before inhale the air around you.
The very temptation to touch you unbearable.
That sophisticated torment to wince and shudder in pain - since I did manage to see you today .
Why had you never laughed around me ? I have tried to play a clown, be your Best Fucking Friend pretending that you are just somebody I met.
I was frightened to get too close to you - not to hurt you, my beloved, my sweetheart, - in any way. You were so fragile and vulnerable - only I knew your secret.
I was your slave.
C i a o .
она
Парное, с мёдом липовым,
Нашепченно - волшебное,
Чтоб я была красивою,
И вечно молодой.
Ошпарило, проклятое,
Так странно не горячее,
Поднялось пеной чёрною
И назвало каргой.
Когда в коленях дрожь - о нет.
Когда мне прикоснуться бы.
И стать любимой наяву ? - :
Забудьзабудьзабудь
Уснуть с тобою никогда.
Быть наяву обласканной
Реально зацелованной
Холодная вода.
Я дую дую на воду
Ты дуешь дуешь на воду
Боюсь не верю но хочу
Не говори мне ДА
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