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Dec 2018
a smile - all me can afford for now,
all those tears used up,
all left is mine little heart, bankrupt.

peace - my only state, alas,
the little heart has nothing to lose
from what has never been.

yet, never a single cent of love
from the heart's expenses, be a waste
even if there was nothing, in return.


peace.
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