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Nov 2016
Oh, they all blame us for four sins
The four committed mostly by teens.

The first one of the four sins is love-
A magic that brings you to sky and above.

The second one of those  is the revenge-
A shameless justice, a bittersweet rampage.

The third and the next is a romantic  ambition-
To move forward, to get better the only permissions.

And the  last yet the greatest is being smart-
Seeing the truth and fading illusions apart

So they call it sin and we call it treasure,
They wish us pain, yet find the pleasure.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
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