lovesick girl,
and the way her
quiet lips curl
common sense
she has none for now,
real colors of him
she will not allow
she will eat
some nothingness:
his free words,
her golden guess
should he be absent
she'll stay lame
today and tomorrow
all one and same
her mother and father
do not know
their sweet daughter's
highs and lows
for him this way
she ought not to live,
for all she does
is offer and give
if on a sunny day she wears her heart, let us
hope there'd be only warm rain to start.
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