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May 10
Forget the embrace of the unlucky time,
for it keeps your soul haunted down,
you'd give your last breath, it would be a crime
not wearing the crown of your town.

Forget being with one foot in the grave,
for you still have to dance the midnight waltz,
forget the footprints on your heart, be brave,
don't spend your days finding Life's faults.

Forget the twisted tears that fell,
forget about playing the Russian roulette,
forget about going to funerals in hell,
forget about smoking another cigarette.

Forget the solitude that is so loud
because of the ashes thrown out to the sea,
forget the bluffing rose and make me proud,
that's the call of vengeance that sets you free.

Forget people that are digging in your soul,
but not the woman that gave you birth,
give her love, respect, for this is the child's role,
for we're not gonna be for long on this Earth.
Irina BBota
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Irina BBota  42/F/London
(42/F/London)   
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   M-E and Suzy Berlinsky
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