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poem with no name
I've spoken to you very often before. I've seen you sometimes. I thought, I knew you. I've made me a pic - my pic - of you. But now, I've fixed, that you're not the same as my pic. Now, I've got to draw a new one. But I like it. This time, I want to make a correct pic, so that the old one is frased completely. Every time, I've seen you, I can go on drawing. I like it, to be with you. By the time more and more. From minute to minute, I like it more and more. Sometimes, I'd like to stop time. But it wouldn't. But I still have hope, 'cause you come back and let me draw on. CS (transl.:MZ)_
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