Spent together
She suddenly told me
Her heart is surrounded by electric wires
And it's no longer for sale
As a cheap second-hand jacket
Followed a cigarette
And the cup of coffee
This time so bitter
So tastefully stained
With uncertainties
Hey, she said
Don't write me another love poem
Artists know nothing about it
Just delete my old photo
From the album of echoes
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