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Forbidden meetings,
In the evening, collapse.
Thirst for your kiss,
Internal, final destruction.
I'd bring down the Moon for you,
But the four walls enclose,
They surround, the darkness devours,
On a cold night, the Moon will be buried.
Two options, one answer,
neither yes nor no
Life or death, it doesn't matter
Your indifference poisons me.
Buksa Beáta XII.H
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