My pure love of promises
she compared with a bottled wone.
My love from heart, she her adulthood
i entertaned with her adulthood
No feeling to her, only i felt myself.
Her beauty i drank like wine
She ratified me diffrently
i drank dropping drops, she thought
Which i poured from the bottle
she thought, these drops were her beauty.
The bottle was pouring out
She gussed day by day
i played and enjoyed on it
i embraced and kissed on it
Gradully it turned in to the emptiness.
The empty bottle at last
i th
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