I am the psycho-logist
that will tell you how to deal.
I am too your neighbor
who cannot and will not steal.
Did you, could you forgive me after all?
You are torture in the least. The finest form of fiction. Art in a tedious structure that collapses under the light.
I am your component. An irregular hand to brush away the dust. Reformed too many times
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