неделя, 7 февруари 2010 г.

Under gray fogs

I do not want to be loved,
pain when I doom,
with a name I do not want to be called,
if I can not love,
I do not need to be dreaming,
devoid of feelings when I run.
I do not deserve to be loved,
if I deny myself of this world.

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