loves me..
not love me….
loves me…
not love me…
disrobe my rose..
paper and anther paper..
one by one….
new dream born…
and anther one fall down…
while i am swimming in my craziness..
between my sadness and my happiness…
and between my sadness and unsadness…
and while i am thinking and happy once…
and a once boring again…
so….
i throw that angry rose…
and run away to that rough road…
to find my rest…
from this love`s game…
and from attack and retreat, , ,
between me and myself..
and when your vision come again..
i return back to my silliness again..
and start that love`s game again…
to disrobe that rose…
loves me…
not love me…
loves me…
not love me….
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