хлеб
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яйца
got so much and so nothing to tell to ya
be it blush or embarassment either way
everything is broken here so nothing works
and everything i touch just falls
...
my skin hardens to the touch
of your soft accusing eyes
spent too much time longing for your sight
that it stopped to matter if you are here
or what you think
or if there is y-o-u at all
or me for that matter
lies
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