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I utter this last word with my mouth.
Little did I know that the heart would always be filled with love.
Conscience in charge of the corpse tells the mind about the matter of the cemetery.
There were tears in his eyes and he said I still remember the day he betrayed me.
Day by day with beautiful words.
It is the art of poetry that has confused the eyes of the reader of these love books.
Rather than take my favorite message and applaud African art for your progress.
Today it's hot and we can see from the ashes that this room was not for love ...
No I blame You for My poem.
Because even my hands are no longer warm to preserve all this love letter ...
This is the last ...
I am copying these words one last time.
This poem is the last.
I fell in love with you.
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