Nagella: Poem Summer you here I feel you from my head to my feet. You sometimes suck up cool air That give nice breeze. I enjoy you once in a while, but damn you no better than winter That gives frozen hands. |
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Nagella: Poem Your love aches me Your lust hurts me Your hate displease me Your touch untrustworthy Your kiss of lies, you can't deny I know all behind your fake smile. |
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