Talks has got tiered of talks .
And .. trees .. in our iris .. have died .
Lips have become of wood .
our faces are becoming tired once more .
And the breast … all drums don't beat for it anymore.
In our glasses , and drinks.
In our beds even ...
... A melook...
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