I glide a razor clean of flowers,
With all emotions & powers.
I glide a razor clean of memories,
With all gray & silence.
I glide a razor clean of derisory offers,
With my black little heart.
Let her come!
Depriving my rights with lust of hate
Offers full price of pride.
Leaving all miseries & memories
Changing the line of lies.
I glide a razor clean of answers,
With all the strength that I have.
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