I'm not a vase ....
Purely tear glass ...
Neglected in the bed ..
When tired you throw it ...
Then back to remember ...
Your contract for the healing of psychological malady
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I'm not a game ......
A soft velvety texture .........
Laid down under the weight of your body .......
Relieve your sickness ...
And filled with the spirit of narcissism .......
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I am not a cigarette ......
In a box seashell Damascene ......
Put between your lips ......
Trigger it whenever you want ......
And extinguished at any time .......
life of Spring ...
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