Headline: All the world's poems are written on you. Every poet seems to know you. If you do not get a kiss, it's a lie. The more you wrap it up, the sooner you leave. Love me so much that I envy me. Love is to die, I think I loved it before I died. In the end, the name of many things was written small so that you would come. The world is so determined that the only light that illuminates you is my eyes.
I want to be your life I start with you and end with you. If you do not want me to have a two day old beloved heart, love me for a lifetime. My God! Do not call it love, because you do not write it as a wife. If my heart is too old to forget you, my hands are so strong that it will tear it apart
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