I have come to the end
With tired arms
I saw you so many times
Pretending oblivion and that happened
I got drunk to the point of emptiness
With your poisonous honey
You were mine and boredom
It led us to disappointment and that happened
Soft fabrics on the floor
A part of the euphoria
And the most slippery thing
Is believing ourselves without memory and that happened

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