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Acryl Brush
31.08.2024 01:58

Your name

I can't spell your name
There are too many letters
You cut my poor brain
Without any efforts

Your presence is a maze
Each turn a new confusion
I am lost in tangled ways
Caught in this illusion

Your name is gentle song
These notes I can't swallow
But though the path is long
It’s you I choose to follow
Михаил Предеин
31.08.2024 06:41
nice.
Acryl Brush
31.08.2024 10:56
Thanks
Елена К.
31.08.2024 11:05
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