They always kill me MusicPlays chess boardswithout a tableeven she kills. The boys on the wall of the girls' schooldid it more than onceAs if I am a smoke playing with a knifeAs if I am a finger that doesn't sew a fleeting song!Share this poem Share on Twitter Share on Facebook
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