Nonsense, Spitting On My Poems.
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Nonsense, Spitting on my poems.
Contradicting thoughts.
You are not my kind of person,
playing on my nerves.
Waste of time, no light emotions,
shadow of the gloom.
Like a swamp where you get swallowed
by a stubborn groom.
Daniel, you don't satisfy me,
don't bring any light.
You are using me to touch me
but it is not love.
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