Poem.
Every moment of life
I needed a chimera,
To stand in her corner on the shelf,
The illusion of love and tenderness …
Now hit are a cruel fate,
Frantically wanting to and penetrate the soul,
Although I do not think I felt filthy,
With no key, I stood at the gate.
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