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"She gave me what I wanted.
I left."
Writing these lines the young poet like millions before him, realises, truth is not his business.
(Google could not tell me who wrote this. So till someone enlightens me, it's by Anon.)
"She gave me what I wanted.
I left."
Writing these lines the young poet like millions before him, realises, truth is not his business.
(Google could not tell me who wrote this. So till someone enlightens me, it's by Anon.)
