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I’ve been obsessed with you for three long years,
Desired to get rid or rip you out of my heart,
But that is gone, I’m empty now, the skeleton is eaten,
And only bitter lash has disappeared, left the scar onto my bod’.
The passion heat, that firing burnt down my living sources,
I’ll aim on me: onto the fight with YOU,
And boiling, the wine inside speeds up in body ropes, it flashes;
The sail is up, so let it stretch under the star of my own tour!
                Sakov V.