.Your Glut*.

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Don't let me be your piece of art,

Just not the picture made of ash,

Desires were the grade of heart;

We couldn't lie,I was your smash.

I gave you all I had,I swear.

It was the city burned by lights,

And now pretending you don't care

Is happily the best of arts.

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(*англ.-"твоё перенасыщение")

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