Remember me?
the only Jack to fall over hills,
the outstanding dramatist,
the one and only reigning artist.

You left at the junction,
the hottest condition,
full of disaster,
with dozen masters,
to whom shall I serve?

Yet you're my obsetion,
indeed my nightmare in action,
my one and only desserting honey,
you only restore me,
a delution I call desolate passion.

Yes, the fellow with soothing arms,
strength that withstood taste of beauty,
then, now more grey than last,
bat steal have strength.

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