I wonder how could you believe in promises
that kept bursting from lust filled throat?
When my body had put a special emphasis
on you being my gorgeous scapegoat?
The nonsensical blabber means a bit less
than that coin I forgot on the one-night’s shelf.
How could you believe in the eternal love I confess
when I cannot promise the same to myself?
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